Stephen Blaze was a mild, kind, forgiving man by nature. In fact, he came closer to physically resembling Bob Cratchit, in the Dickens books, A Christmas Carol, than any human being alive. He was short, only five-feet-eight-inches in height, with dark hair, gentle brown eyes, a broad nose, and a full mouth. He was slightly overweight, about fifteen pounds, but far from fat. Aside from being mild-mannered, with a gentle disposition and a simple face, he was also one of those multitudes of men one passed on the street and never noticed at all.
Un-like his literary counterpart, Stephen Blaze had never married. In the days of the liberated woman, few females were interested in such a milquetoast.
So Steve, as everyone knew him, got his few sexual encounters from various married women he occasionally met at the local bar and grill on Saturday night. While their husbands were out hunting, fishing, or on business trips for the weekend, they were out looking for a good fuck and Steve, as they all called him, was one man who really knew how to throw one. For all his Clark Kent-mildness, in bed he was really a Superman.
Steve lived in a small village known as Bellwin. He worked in another nearby village for a bank, the Traveler's National Bank. For many years he had taken his car, a car which he used only to go to and from the bank, or to go to and from the bar on Saturday nights, and he would drive to the bank parking lot. When the first gasoline crunch hit in 1973, he philosophically accepted it. What he didn't philosophically accept was the higher price of heating oil. He spent four thousand dollars on a wind charger, what the neighbors at the time had called wasted money, a weathervane-like windmill that used the wind to generate electricity. As a result of certain laws passed, he was able to sell excess electricity back to the village power plant. Then he converted his oil heating system to electricity, and as a result paid virtually nothing for heat and hot water, nor did he pay for electric power, since the wind charger almost always managed to generate more electricity than he would need.
When the second gasoline crunch came, Steve began carpooling. Caryn Burns lived less than a mile away from Steve and she worked as a supervisor in the bank where he was head teller. Caryn was, like Steve, slightly overweight, but otherwise extremely attractive. She had auburn hair cut very short, gray eyes, a short nose, and a nice smile except for the space between her front teeth. In spite of the slight excess poundage she carried, Caryn had a firm body, with orange-sized breasts, a fleshy waist, and a very cushiony ass. Steve had often thought about playing with that ass, but Caryn was one of those perennial old maids who had lived her entire life in terror of what a man might do to her. As a result, at the age of thirty-two, eight years younger than Steve, Caryn was that unbelievable female commodity, a virgin.
For more than a year she and Steve got along exceptionally well, and when one had a car breakdown, the other always was available to help out. It was a good platonic relationship, though Steve often ached to get his hands on Caryn's juice body. His Saturday night bouts kept him cool, and as a result he remained mild-mannered, and the chances were, Caryn would never have found out about his lust for her had it not been for Joyce.
Joyce was the newest teller at the bank. She was much younger than Caryn, about twenty-two, and she was already married and divorced and looking for a new man. Joyce had frizzy, mousy brown hair, and she was as thin as Caryn was pleasingly plump. Her features were almost prettily harsh, with puddled brown eyes, a slightly overlong nose, and very thin lips. Joyce had slightly smaller breasts than Caryn, just as she had a narrower waist and slender, almost boyish hips. Yet she was extremely feminine, and though Steve definitely didn't appeal to her, she would occasionally practice her feminine wiles on him to make certain she hadn't lost her certain indefinable attractiveness.
Caryn and Joyce became good friends. But Joyce lived on the opposite side of town, and when it was Caryn's turn to drive, Caryn began whining, complaining that she had to drive south to pick up Steve, then head north to pick up Joyce. What Caryn wanted was for Steve and Joyce to drive to her apartment building, park their cars, and then be driven to work by her. But when it was Steve's turn to drive, the two women were more than willing to let him drive around and do all the picking up, while when it was Joyce's turn to drive, Joyce was willing to pick up Caryn, but also insisted Steve go to Caryn's building, park his car, and then be driven to work.
Being a gentle person at heart, Steve suffered along with this arrangement for a while. But it irritated him that even though he was somewhat heavy and Joyce was slender, when Caryn drove, he was the one forced to squeeze into the back of the two-door subcompact. Both women were inveterate smokers, and both women puffed away like mad inside all three cars. Steve had always been proud that his car had never carried the lingering stench of cigarette smoke, because Caryn had never smoked in his car until Joyce had come along.
When, in the winter, Steve complained that the smoke was burning his eyes when he rode in the back seat, the girls opened their windows and let him all but freeze in the rear of the car. As a result, Steve decided it might be a good idea if he left the car pool.
Caryn, however, as a bank supervisor, on her way to becoming a vice president, decided she didn't want him to quit the car pool. She let him know she would do anything and everything in her power to make life miserable for Steve at the bank if he dropped out of the car pool. After all, with him and Joyce driving, she only had to use her car every third week, and as a sub-compact, it got better than thirty miles to the gallon. So she was spending about thirty dollars a month on gasoline, even with gas prices edging up and up.
It was one thing to take advantage of Steve. It was something else again to coerce him. The final insult was that Joyce, a teller even lower than he, sneered openly at him, letting him know there was no way out for him. So Steve decided to make his own out.
CHAPTER TWO
As the head teller in the bank, Steve had access to all the records, and, as a result, he was well aware when certain errors were made. He was also aware who made the errors, and most important, how the errors were covered up. As a result, when Caryn, as supervisor, made a hundred-and-eighty thousand dollar error and quickly covered it up so that no one was the wiser, Steve, with a copy camera, took pictures of the various records showing the goof Caryn had made. It wasn't the kind of mistake that would cost anyone money since Caryn had rectified it quickly enough, but anyone making this kind of mistake would definitely not be promoted to vice president. That Caryn had used Joyce to help cover her mistake, with Joyce's signature on certain records, all photographed by Steve, helped things along considerably.
At this point, all Steve would have had to do would be to present his evidence privately to Caryn, and he knew she would let him out of the car pool without giving him any future flak. But the two females had stepped on him time and again, taking advantage of his totally good nature, and Steve felt the time had come for him to emerge from his good-natured shell, as a butterfly emerges from a cocoon.
Thus it was Friday evening, and the three of them were leaving the bank in Steve's car, since it had been his turn to drive that week. He was supposed to drive them to their respective apartments, but instead he drove directly to his house. It was a bitter cold February day, and all three of them had been bundled up in his car, with the two women smoking madly, and as a result, all but choking him to death. But this was going to be the last time they did anything like this.
"What are we doing here?" Caryn asked, seeing his house.
"Small celebration," Steve replied. "I felt it only right my two closest friends share in my good luck with me. Come on in for a moment."
They stepped out of the car and headed for his front door. The light ten mile-an-hour breeze made the day seem colder than it was, and the loud whup-whup of his wind charger, as the blades turned, filled the air.
When Steve opened his front door, letting the two women into his small one-story ranch cottage, the heat almost overcame them.
"Steve Blaze, are you crazy?" Caryn asked as he shut the door with them inside the house and he took their coats. "Don't you know there's an energy shortage?"
"Hmmm?" he asked. "Yes, the temperature is a little high here in the living room," he nodded, gesturing for them to sit on the sofa to the left of the door. "Each room has its own thermostat, and I can regulate room temperature rather than the temperature of the entire house."
He walked over to the thermostat, adjusted it, turned, and smiled, saying, "There! It's been set down to seventy-two."
"Seventy-two?" Joyce gasped. "How can you set it so high? Don't you know you're wasting energy."
"Not me," he smiled, and he proceeded to explain how he got his electricity from the wind, the wind charger generating so much more electricity than he needed, that he usually ended up receiving a check from the power and light company rather than sending them money. After all, the law said the electric company had to buy back his excess power.
"Is this the good luck you have?" Caryn asked, sniffing, looking around with obvious distaste at the way he had furnished the house.
The small living room had two sofas. There was one against the wall to the left as one walked in, and there was another sofa at a right angle to it, acting as a separation between the living room and the tiny front hallway. A large TV set reposed against the far left wall, and the opposite wall to the door was very small, barely concealing the kitchen, and not concealing the dining room at all. The dining room had a kitchen dinette set in it, and the kitchen was bare save for the refrigerator, stove, cabinets, and wall oven.
There were three bedrooms off to the right side of the home, all small, all furnished, but only the master bedroom was used. Aqua carpeting covered the living room floor, as well as the hallway and bedroom floors.
"Not at all," Steve smiled, handing each a glass of wine he had poured from a special decanter on the sideboard against the small wall separating the kitchen from the living room. He poured himself some wine from yet another decanter.
"What's this all about?" Joyce asked, impatient to be on her way. She had a date for this evening, and she wanted to get to her apartment and get ready for it.
Caryn had no date. She despised men. But both had a date with destiny, a date arranged for them by Steve Blaze.
"Drink up," he insisted, and to get this over with, the two women hurriedly drank their wine.
"Now, what's this good luck?" Caryn asked.
"I've just acquired two household slaves," he told them. "Two women who are going to do anything and everything I want. They're going to live here, in the other two bedrooms, but the best part of it is I'm not going to have to pay them a thing to bed down with me, or to clean my house or cook my food. They're going to do it willingly. In return, they get to live here and not have to pay rent, though they'll have to chip in and pay for their share of the groceries."
"Just where are two slaves like these supposed to get money?" Joyce asked, hand on hip as she put her glass down on the small table next to the sofa.
"They work, just like I do," Steve smiled. "They'll continue to work, but when they come home in the evening, they'll turn into obedient slaves who'll do anything and everything I want."
"Are you telling me," Caryn snorted, "that you've found two women dumb enough to work all day, then come here and cook your meals, clean your house, do your laundry, pay for your food, and in return be content merely not to pay rent?"
"You left out the fact that they're going to do anything I want them to do in bed," Steve smiled.
"Oh? And just where are these dumb women?" Caryn wanted to know.
"Here, in this house," he nodded.
"Where?" Joyce asked. "Are they hiding in one of the bedrooms?"
"No," Steve told them, continuing to smile. He walked over to a small secretary at the far end of the room and opened it. Pulling out an envelope, he opened that and took out the photos he had taken handing them to the two women, saying, "You understand, these are just copies. I have other copies tucked safely away."
The two women looked at the photos of the records, showing Caryn's enormous monetary mistake and Joyce's help in the cover-up. They gasped and stared at Steve. He smiled back.
"Hello, slaves," he said to them.
CHAPTER THREE
"This is madness," Caryn insisted. "I'm leaving, right now!"
"Go ahead," Steve smiled. "If you do, a copy of everything you've seen goes to the board of trustees as well as the president, himself. Caryn, you'll never be promoted and earn more money. Joyce, you'll probably be fired and never get another job in a bank."
"Why are you doing this?" Caryn asked. "What did we ever do to you?"
"To begin with, you forced me to stay in the car pool when I wanted to drop out."
"You can drop out, right now," Caryn nodded.
"No!" he snapped. "From now on, both you girls will share the driving. We won't use my car at all. But then, your cars, as of Monday will be parked in front of my house, since as of right now you've moved out of your apartments and you'll be moving in here."
"I.. . uhhhh.. . have a date tonight," Joyce insisted.
"You won't be keeping it," Steve shrugged. "But never let it be said I used any kind of physical force to keep you here. You're both free to walk out any time you wish. I'll even drive you to your respective apartment houses, but you can bet that before the day is over, duplicates of those pictures will be in the mail."
"How much do you want for the pictures?" Caryn asked.
"Money?" he asked, raising his eyebrows. "Forget it! I want your virtue, Caryn, all of it. I'm going to make you commit what Ninetenth Century authors used to refer to as unspeakable sexual acts. You too, Joyce, though I suspect it won't be quite as bothersome to you. I want your bodies, I want your souls, I want both of you for the rest of your lives. You'll continue to work at the bank, even gain promotions, just as I expect to be promoted right behind you, Caryn. When you become a vice president, you'll make me bank supervisor. Joyce can even be promoted to head teller, so she can earn more money and spend it on me. But from now on, for the rest of your lives, you fuck for me, you suck for me, you clean, cook, sew, and shop for me. Even when you retire, if I ever show the records to the board's trustees, they'll cut off your pensions."
"I don't want to live with you!" Joyce screamed.
"There's the door," he smiled. "Go on, walk out!"
"You can't!" Caryn said to Joyce. "If you go, and he shows those records, I'll be dragged down with you."
"Precisely," Steve smiled. "It'll me, or nothing."
"All right," Caryn nodded, wiping perspiration from her brow. "You win. We'll stay! Lord! It's still so hot in here."
"Not really," he smiled at them. "That's just the mild aphrodisiac that was in your wine. I'm afraid the only way to get rid of the heat is to fuck, dear lady."
"N-now?" Caryn gasped.
"Right now," he smiled. "As for you, if you're thinking of leaving or calling the police, remember, certain friends of mine hold copies of those photos, and they know that if I'm arrested or if anything happens to me, they have to mail those photos in pre-addressed envelopes."
"Wh-what do you want me to do?" Joyce asked.
"I want you to take my car, go to your apartment, gather all your clothing, and bring it back here. By the time you get here, I'll be finished with Caryn, and she can do the same thing while I fuck you. Tomorrow, I'll take you to get your cars, and on Monday you can terminate your apartment leases. Any furniture you have can be sold."
"You're really certain I won't try running away?" Joyce asked.
"Where would you go and what would you do?" he asked. "All you know how to do is to be a teller in a bank, and any bank hiring you will want references. You'd start at the bottom all over again, if hired, and if you were lucky, you might make it partway up the ladder of success, provided they never discover why you left the Traveler's Bank. But you'll always have that hanging over you. It's something you'd never be able to tell a future husband, because if he found out you were involved in what amounts to a criminal cover-up, he would divorce you and you might be stuck with children, or even worse, have them taken away from you."
"What about you?" she asked. "What's to stop me from becoming pregnant with you?"
"Nothing," he smiled. "But I'll adopt any children I sire on you, so they'll be legitimate, even if we never do marry. They, along with children Caryn will give me, will also go into the banking business, and who knows, by the time we're all ready to retire, our children might well control the Traveler's Bank."
"I hate you!" Joyce snapped.
"Good!" Steve smiled. "It's going to make fucking you that much more pleasurable. Now get out!"
As Joyce put on her coat and left, taking his car keys, Steve propelled Caryn into his master bedroom, leaving the door wide open. "Just in case Joyce comes back sooner than we expect," he told her. "We can give her an eyeful. But right now you're going to lose that snobbishness of yours with a good fuck. It's just what you need."
'That's what you think!" Caryn snorted at him, quaking as he came closer. "You don't know a damn thing about what I need."
"I know one helluva lot more about women than you know about men," Steve replied with a sneer on his face.
He hated her smugness and her air of superiority in spite of the fact that it was obvious she didn't know the first thing about sex. She was trying to make him feel insecure, but he knew she was the last person in the world really able to do that.
She wasn't a bad-looking woman even if she was a little chubby. Besides, he always liked playing with big fat asses. He would probably get the biggest thrill out of walloping her asscheeks as he fucked her. It was plain from the glazed look in her eyes the aphrodisiac was really having its effect.
'Take off the dress," he insisted, referring to her dowdy looking black dress.
Caryn didn't know why she complied, but she unzipped her dress, pulled it over her head, and let it fall on the small chair in the bedroom off to the left. She wore a full slip, and he motioned for her to rid herself of that, as well. She reluctantly did so, and now stood in front of him in a brassiere and panties. Her belly was surprisingly flat considering how big her buttocks were, and she wasn't wearing a girdle. Her orange-sized breasts should have been larger, but what the hell! Steve would take what he was able to get from her. If he'd wanted big tits, he would have brought other women here. Beggars had no right to be choosers. Caryn and Joyce were all he was really going to have on a permanent basis in his lifetime. He might just as well make the best use of them possible. Meek, quiet Steve Blaze was finally going to have a family life, of sorts.
He reached out for Caryn and allowed his two hands to plunder the softly yielding flesh of her breasts. Then his fingers gripped the straps of her brassiere. For a moment he considered breaking them, but he changed his mind. Instead, he sharply yanked them down over her soft arms, tugging the brassiere to her waist. Her hands went behind her and unsnapped the harness, letting it fall, and from the waist up she was completely naked to his lascivious gaze.
In spite of the hate and the fear she felt, Caryn was unable to restrain the hot sparks of lust she was feeling, caused by the aphrodisiac she had swallowed. The touch of his fingers on her soft, silken flesh made her tremble all over.
'The panties," he insisted. 'The pantyhose as well."
She hooked her thumbs in the elastic tops of her panties and pantyhose, and tugged. She squatted as she pulled them down to her ankles and then sat in the chair as she took them from her feet. Then she was standing again, now totally naked, revealing the fact that even if she was a little overweight, her flesh was firm, and there were no stretch marks.
The hungering way he looked at her ought to have frightened Caryn, but it didn't. The aphrodisiac made her very bold. He was controlling her, yet she ached to control him. If nothing else, she was going to make him ache with desire for her, for she knew that in spite of her few extra pounds she was basically a very pretty woman who verged on being beautiful. Other men had often looked at her with hungering eyes, and even though she had outwardly despised what she was certain they were thinking, inwardly she was thrilled to know she was capable of arousing the beast in any man.
All right! she thought. You want to fuck me? head and do it!
"Okay," Steve nodded, satisfied she was obeying him as he led her to the large king-sized bed with the headboard against the right wall as one entered the room.
He quickly began to undress, letting his clothes hit the floor. The moment he revealed the length and breadth of his heavy-veined cock, Caryn gasped. She'd had no idea this man was so well endowed. Merely looking at it terrified her, and she knew it would shortly be probing into her vaginal slit, widening her virginal tunnel and causing even more pain when it broke her hymen.
"I'm a virgin," she told him.
"Go get a towel from the bathroom," he instructed.
She did so, returning a moment later. He had her spread it on the bed, then had her lie down on top of it.
"You're not going to be a virgin much longer," he laughed.
Joyce would go and get her clothing in a little while. She was well aware of the fact that Steve had her and Caryn trapped. She had always thought of Steve as a worm of a man, and now she had to admit he'd surprised her. Not that she thought that much more of him. Facially he was good-looking enough. It wasn't that bland kind of face she detested. In fact, one of the reasons why she had always treated him unkindly was his slight resemblance to her former husband, who had been really rotten. The man was as warm as her husband had been cold, and she had made up her mind a long time ago never to fall for anyone who even faintly looked like Ralph, her ex. Yet here she was, allowing herself to be enslaved by him.
Joyce knew she wasn't a bad-looking woman. A little on the skinny side, but that was because of an overactive metabolism. Considering how thin she was, she had big enough breasts. If she had put on as much weight as Caryn, her breasts would probably be bigger than Caryn's.
Joyce had a bit of the sadist in her. The idea of watching Caryn being deflowered was something too good to be missed. So after she walked out of the house, she waited five minutes, then quietly unlocked the door, and with her shoes off, padded silently back in again, quietly shutting the door behind her. She took off her coat and left it on the back of the near sofa, then silently padded to the doorway of the master bedroom. Steve had turned on a lamp in there, but the hallway was very dim because it was almost dark outside. Smiling to herself, she watched, as Steve said to Caryn, "I'm going to give you the fucking of your snooty life, you bitch! I treated both you and Joyce decently, and all you both did was to figuratively fuck me whenever possible, making certain I'd be stuck with the pair of you for as long as you wished. Well now the two of you are stuck with me, and for as long as I wish, which will be forever. Spread those chunky legs wide because I'm going to cram every fat inch of my big dick into that tight and narrow little pussy of yours, and I'm going to enjoy hearing you scream the whole time."
In the bedroom, sprawled on her back on the bed, never suspecting for a moment that Joyce was in the hallway watching and listening to all that was taking place, Caryn started sobbing, terrified, anxious and yet afraid. This was going to be the worst night of her life and she knew it. But there was nothing she would be able to do to snap him out of this mood because she was well aware how much and to what extent she and Joyce were responsible for his behavior. Why wasn't it possible for him to behave sexually as he did when in public? He was always such a gentleman, always respectful, always careful. Now he was nothing better than an animal.
Steve was on fire. He had been waiting for this for so long, the more he looked at Caryn's nakedness, the more he wanted her. Hell! If he didn't cram his cock into her teeming pussy in a short time, he would be shooting into the air. Jesus! It was fabulous to have her lying there this way, so helpless, so ready for him, so totally subjugated by him in such a very short time.
He liked the way her rounded breasts, like inverted bowls, stood straight up into the air instead of flabbily falling back into her body as happened with most women. Those chocolate-colored nipples looked so tasty, he ached to bite them off. Then there was that silken, creamy flesh of hers, flesh she even guarded in the summer, afraid of skin cancer. She was like white ice cream lying there on his bed, and he licked his lips at the thought that she was all his, his for the eating.
He was glad she was a virgin. It seemed only fitting somehow that she lose her cherry to him. After all, in the first year, when Joyce hadn't been with them, he had treated her like a queen, and he had even covered up a mistake or two of hers by himself, without her knowing about it. That was how he had come to know how prone she was to making mistakes. Then Joyce had come along, and the two sexist females had ganged up on him. It was probably more Joyce's doing than Caryn's in the beginning because it was obvious Joyce showed she despised him from the start. But Caryn had gone along with it, and it had angered him considering how decent he had been to both of them.
They'd had no reason to behave as they had. Well now he was going to give them a reason, only from here on in, whatever he did would be just fine with them. If he kicked them, they would smile and thank him for it. As far as they were concerned, he was God.
Walking over to the bed, he lay down on top of the chubby body of the supinely exposed woman, his lust-stiffened cock nudging against the softness of her belly, making her gasp. The heat of it was terrifying, and since she had never felt a cock before, Caryn didn't know what to think. The head actually pushed her stomach flesh in, almost causing her pain, and she yelped as she jerked her body away from him.
"Please . . . " she begged. "I'll do whatever you say, but be gentle about it. Don't hurt me. I did nothing to physically damage you."
"Baby, you're going to let me fuck you any which way that damn well pleases me," he snapped.
The last thing he wanted was to have this dumb cunt tell him what to do. Any indication that she might be unhappy about something merely made him that much happier. His voice was strained and heavy with desire for this woman, not so much because she was attractive-which she was-but because she had always represented something heretofore unattainable. Caryn trembled beneath him, too terrified to do anything other than what he wanted, knowing by now that he was considerably stronger than she, physically, and he was going to do as he wished no matter how she felt.
Just like this, her virginity was about to be removed, after she had carefully guarded it all these years. Yet she had no choice. It was either giving in to this man, or eventually losing the position she had been working all her life to attain. What was more, there was every possibility that had it been known she was single without any male friends of her own, whoever was above her would have made sex a condition before promoting her. This way, when it became known she was living with Steve, and it would definitely become known after a while, other men would keep their hands off her.
Abruptly his hands found their way to the fullness of her orange-sized breasts, and he squeezed them. The naked mounds slipped through his fingers like vanilla cream as he ground his tensely naked body against hers over and over. No man had ever touched her breasts before, and though his fingers weren't gentle, she had to admit she liked his touch. Even so, totally unused to this, she was more than a little frightened and as a result, she was tense.
"Come on, baby, come on!" Steve muttered into her mouth as he all but banged his lips against hers, cutting the insides of her lips on her teeth. But she remained frozen, frightened by all this which was so new to her.
Finally he stopped, totally disgusted by her complete lack of response. He wasn't used to this kind of behavior. All the women whom he had fooled around with on Saturday nights, the wives who became bar flies, were only too willing and anxious to give him what he wanted.
"All right," he finally said. "We have to do this the hard way. Roll over and get up on your knees, honey!" he commanded in a harsh voice, his hands roughly turning Caryn around as he rose to his knees on the bed in back of her.
The man lifted the lovely woman's nakedly tense and unresisting loins until he had her knees propped under her. Now he had her positioned on all fours like the bitch she was, his hands firmly gripping the delightful shapes of her wide hips, while his eyes feasted on the breadth of the cheeks of her ass. They wobbled this way and that as they shook in the air, trembling from side to side like great bowls of white gelatin. Her knees, firmly digging into the mattress, had them temptingly up in the air, and it took all his willpower not to lean down and bite her.
Caryn, realizing the embarrassing position in which he had her, began blushing fiercely, a mixture of anger and shame suddenly taking hold of her as the desire she'd felt caused by the aphrodisiac now began ebbing, overcome by this sinfulness. At the moment she thought of herself as being merely a life-sized doll, a huge marionette who was being manipulated into this lewdly servile position by a man she barely knew other than to talk to at the bank. It was disgraceful, but more, it was completely humiliating, the most awful thing that had ever happened to her. It made her recall her previous thoughts concerning men, and she knew for a fact she had been right. They were animals, every one of them, growling, terrible animals.
Caryn began weeping, the shame more than she was able to bear. Everything was happening so quickly, so overpoweringly. There had been no gradual warmth, no loving, no tenderness. All she had discovered was brutality. The worst part of it was, it was coming from the one man she had always considered as meek as a mouse. It merely backed up her previous conviction that all men, no matter how gentle in outward appearance, were animals.
An uncontrollable quiver blasted through her helplessly kneeling form as she realized she was indeed a slave, a helpless human who would be forced to do the bidding of another person she despised, totally at the lack of mercy this man was displaying. Oh God! She was well aware that if she attempted to stop him now, he would probably make life an even greater hell for her. He was capable of doing it, and what was more, there was no way for her to stop him. Knowing how methodical he was at work, she was certain he had been telling the truth when he had told her he had multitudes of copies of the photos he had taken. The worst part of it was, it had been a stupid mistake and not something purposely done. The moment she had discovered the error she had used Joyce to help straighten everything out, and she had even adjusted the books afterward, but it had been too late. Steve had taken the pictures before she had adjusted the books.
At first she had been reluctant to go along with what Joyce had wanted to do when it came to treating him like some kind of animal. But after a while, seeing how convenient it was for her to follow the suggestions Joyce had made while making him work a little harder at picking her up or at coming to her house rather than having her pick him up at his house, she had fallen in with the idea easily enough. Now she knew deep down that the man was every bit the monster Joyce had painted him to be.
His heavy breath was coming from his nostrils in twin streams that seared her back, coming out in great gasps and flowing all over her. She strained forward, instinctively tightening her buttocks and clamping her thighs together, the muscles in her lithe body taut, for though she was a little pudgy, her body still had a certain litheness to it, and she quivered, anticipating just what it was this man intended doing to her.
Steve's hands reached around beneath her broad hips and tensed hotly at the softly swinging swells of her dangling breasts. He cupped them and began rolling the stiff little nipples between his fingers. In spite of herself, Caryn jumped at the initial contact, realizing for the first time just how sensitive her breasts were. In fact, they were oversensitive and Steve realized this. He intended taking full advantage of the fact. He continued rolling and taunting the pearl-shaped brown tips while he slowly moved forward behind her on his knees, the rigid tip of his throbbing cock pressing deep into the softly yielding crevice between her buttocks, making the large gluteal mounds quiver all the more deliciously in front of his eyes. God! How he had yearned to play with this ass, and now his dreams were about to come true.
"Oh my God! What are you doing?" Caryn gasped, her voice a helpless moan, feeling the way the oily, bloated tip of rubber-like flesh pulsed lasciviously against the rounded cheeks so helplessly exposed. Against her will she found herself responding to the penile pressure, grinding solidly back against it.
The man's hands on her rounded breasts were beginning to drive her out of her mind with wanton desire, and the excited auburn-haired woman found herself squirming with feelings she had never known herself capable of possessing. She moved with an unwitting erotic motion.
Caryn had no wish to enjoy this lascivious manhandling of her helpless body. She had already determined she was going to suffer for as long as it took her to get out of this. But shudders of salacious perception quivered through her quaking body, and she realized, against her will she was sinking to his animal level. She was already thinking in terms of thrills as a common slut might, allowing this man to not only manhandle her, but actually make her want more of what he was doing. Was it possible?
Tiny electric shocks of unwanted desire seemed to emanate like static from her nipples, charging heatedly through the rest of her quivering body, making her feel all the more naked and helplessly exposed. Lord! She felt as if she were some kind of wanton, her body obscenely on view to this horrible man she had always sneered at and looked down upon.
Though Caryn had never thought twice about her nakedness when in her apartment, often lounging nakedly in her bedroom with the shades drawn, or even sprawling nudely on the sofa in the living room and watching TV, basically because nakedness was comfort for her, at this moment she first discovered what it was like to actually feel naked. She felt exposed.
How many times had she overheard conversations at the bank between the female tellers, listening to the way each told the other how she displayed herself nakedly in order to turn on her husband, and in her own mind she had thought of them as nothing better than animals. Now she was in the same situation as they, and even though she was an unwilling party to all this, here she was, naked, exposed, revealed with nothing on at all to the eyes of a man whom she had always thought of as less than a man-until now!
She was aware of the way his hands moved downward from her breasts, the tips of his fingers trailing hot lines along the fullness of a waist that, in time, would become very trim, moving to the roundness of her wide hips, hips that would somehow always remain broad. His fingers tightened in her flesh as he dug them painfully into her sensitive thighs, making her shudder.
"Reach back here with your right hand," he ordered, his voice harsh with want. "What?" Caryn gasped.
"I told you, I want your hand. Now reach back between those tantalizingly heavy thighs of yours and take a good grip on my cock. You see, honey, in order to make sure you know in your own mind what's happening, you're going to be the one to put my cock into your cunt."
"My God!" Caryn gasped. "How can you ask me to do such a thing?"
"I'm not asking you," Steve replied. "I'm telling you. Now stop behaving like the prude you've always been. The time has come for your cunt to know a good, solid cock, namely mine. So put it in."
Caryn groaned, realizing this was all part of the humiliation he intended she should suffer. But the only way to end this horrible ordeal was to do as he instructed, so she reached back between her widely spread thighs and allowed her hand to close over the heatedly pulsing length of his throbbing phallus. God! It felt even bigger than it had looked! She was certain he must be some kind of freak. No other man was capable of sporting something this long and this thick. It made her wonder how he was capable of walking, carrying something this long and weighty in his pants all the time.
Her own feminine crevice was such a narrow little thing. She knew because she fastidiously washed herself there all the time, and the simple fact was she was barely able to fit a soapy forefinger into her narrowness. There was no way on earth he was going to fit this monster into her without tearing her innards out of her. Besides, this position made her narrow cunt even tighter. Not only that, but the way she was bent over, according to everything she had read in the various biology books, meant that her vaginal canal was a lot shorter. He would puncture her if he pushed his cock into her.
"You'll kill me!" she gasped, terrified, knowing even now he had no intention of backing off no matter what she said.
The man behind her merely smiled, ignoring her statement. He squeezed his fingers against the inner flesh of her cringing left thigh, letting her know how totally fed up he was, waiting for her to obey him. The time had come for compliance without thought. This was only the first time. In the future he would be making her do many more things, and she had to learn total obedience now. Either that, or he would lose the control he had struggled to gain. He pinched her thigh again, this time bringing a slight whimper of protest and painful indignation from Caryn's helpless lips.
Tearfully struggling to maintain her calm, she bitterly reached back between her portly thighs and squeezed her fingers all the more tightly around the heatedly throbbing organ. The breadth of it made her shudder. Slowly she placed the head against the tight elastic gap of her nakedly trembling vaginal culvert. Her teeth were already biting down, chewing on her lower lip to keep herself from crying out and letting him know the effect he was having on her. She was certain he would be just as happy to know he was causing her agony as he would be to discover he was making her respond as a woman. Tears filled her lovely gray eyes.
Behind her, Steve Blaze's cock began the slow, teasing, grinding motion against the open fount of her never-before-pierced vagina. He moved it in such a way, the tip exposed gouts of hidden cuntal moisture previously locked within, and her quivering inner labia were being forced wider and wider apart as they felt the heavy inward pressure.
"Hhhhaa aa uu-uu-uu-nn nn-nn-hh-hh!" Caryn gasped, her fingers clutching all the more tightly around the invading thickness of this terrible man's lustfully swollen organ.
"'Oh my God!" she cried out again, the sounds coming out like groans through tightly clenched teeth as she realized that he had somehow opened her up, and now it was enlarging the narrow passageway of her cunt as it began forcing its way up inside her. The fearfully resisting ring of her vulva was a clamp that clung tightly to his throbbing length, but it was unable to restrain his penetration. He moved steadily inward, stretching and enlarging her beyond belief. The blood-bloated thickness sank a little deeper between her hair-fringed pussylips, causing agony to shoot through her as she was stretched that much more.
"Yyyyaa aaaaaa nnnnnnggggg gggghhhh!" she shrieked.
Joyce stared, licking her lips, wondering why Caryn was crying out so. When she had been deflowered she had felt almost no pain at all, and the pleasure had been total and instant. If Caryn were to relax, Joyce was certain the heavier woman would enjoy it all so much more.
Caryn was crying with horror, unable to keep still, trying to pull forward and away. But Steve's fingers dug all the more deeply into her hips, pulling her back as he continued moving forward. The head of his cock wasted no time sundering her stiff hymen. It should have been broken more than twelve years earlier, and remaining where it was, it had slowly lost its elasticity. As a result, when the heavy cock pushed into it, refusing to bounce off it, the hymen had simply crumbled, but in the process Caryn had felt pain. Now the blood-engorged thickness was slithering almost unimpeded into the heatedly pulsing passage of her narrowly steaming vagina. The huge head of his throbbing cock was massaging and stretching her pink walls, walls now stained red by her virginal blood, pushing as if moving the membranous waves of flesh along in ripples before it. Each ripple seemed to cause Caryn more acute pain and anguish than the previous one, and she was sobbing out loud.
"My God . . . not like this.. . ohh hhh hhh.. . please . . . please, let me lie down or something, let me turn over. This is so depraved, so animalistic, at least, aan-nn nn hhhh.. . let's do this like human beings, please!" she begged.
But all her outcries were totally useless. The sight of her large, wobbling asscheeks had him licking his chops. It was that ass of hers that had aroused him in the first place, and now that he had her like this, he was going to enjoy her. So he pressed his thumbs all the more deeply into her rounded buttocks, enjoying the way they shimmied.
Her fingers were locked tightly into the crumpled bedsheets. Caryn was sobbing as she did her best to maintain some sort of balance. In spite of this humiliation, there had to be some kind of dignity. He was defacing her helpless body, and somehow she ought to be able to salvage some self-respect from all this.
Her ears picked up the animal-like grunts and gasps as Steve panted while pounding into her, slamming his cock through her tunnel like some wildly excited animal. His movement made her think all the more certainly that she was a bitch and he was a male dog, a big, frightening Great Dane who was sexually assaulting her. The man was pressing his hips heavily into the round swells of her up-thruust buttocks, his pounding penis driving ever deeper into her vaginal orifice, cruelly impaling her, stalking her from the rear.
Caryn's mouth, like that of a guppy, opened and closed soundlessly. Helpless torment tore through her shuddering body. Her entire nakedly kneeling self vibrated in completely helpless humiliation. This was all so monstrous. She was certain he had penetrated much deeper than the shaft of her cunt. He had probably sliced through some flesh and was making more and more holes in her.
She gasped and pressed her head into the already wrinkled sheet beneath her, her breath coming from her chest in a staccato rhythm, searing her lungs. Her heart was wildly pounding and wisps of her short auburn hair clung to the perspiration-wet flesh of her cheeks as well as to her neck and shoulders.
Somehow, in some way, she would escape from this man. There had to be a way to get away from him and not continue to feel the shame she felt at having made those mistakes. After all, they were honest mistakes, correctable mistakes which had been corrected. Perhaps if she handed in her resignation to the bank and went to another bank with a good reference, before he was able to show her errors to the board of trustees, she might be able to get away from him.
But even as she thought these things, Caryn knew it was no use. His control over her was ironclad. She wasn't going to resign and start all over again elsewhere. She had worked too long and too hard at this job to want to begin again.
Even as her mind discarded these resentful thoughts, she realized changes were already beginning to take place in the shuddering depths of her churning body. The taunting ravishment of her widespread cunt was no longer the painful agony it had previously been. Feeling was building in her, too much feeling to be ignored, and it was making itself felt in her shuddering body.
Instead of continuing to violently pound into her as Caryn was certain he would, Steve decided to change his tactics. Rather he slowed down his thrusts, using a different, teasingly slow rhythm, churning and flexing his long, hard piston-like cock inside her wetly clinging vaginal funnel.
It suddenly occurred to Caryn she was starting to enjoy what he was doing to her. There was still a tinge of pain, but the pain merely enhanced the pleasure she was feeling, letting it build to a point where she was going mad with desire.
"St-e-e-e-e-v-e!" she gasped. "Oh my God! It's, aaaannhh.. . goo oo oooodd . . . oooo oohh hh I like it!"
Excited by the knowledge he had aroused the un-arousable Caryn, Steve Blaze began fucking more and more intensely in and out of the tightly clasping, pulsating, throbbing vagina that continually welcomed his penetrating cock now that it had adjusted to his length and breadth. He had her now.
The man felt an outrageous sense of strength, a feeling he had never known before, but one he enjoyed immensely. He felt manly in every respect, and he began moving his penis in and out of her with longer, harder lunges. He buffeted his thighs against the rounded swells of her delightfully white, full buttocks, his javelining phallus sinking ever deeper each time into the farthermost depths of this woman who had always thought herself too good for any man. She looked absolutely ravishing in this position, subservient to him, bowing to his cock as her cunt accepted all of him in the seething, teeming depths of her oven-like interior.
"Caryn, you have one terrific little pussy there!" he gasped. "After you . . . uuunhhh . . . wash it out, ooohh . . . I'll show you how good it feels to have your pussy eaten . . . oo ooohhh . . . " he cried out, his thick fingers gripping all the more firmly around her nakedly straining thighs, thighs that seemed to mold to his touch now. His wish was coming true, and she was proving far better than he had ever imagined.
Steve was aware of his impossibly hard cock growing even harder and stiffer with each violent stab into her, if such a thing were possible. There were low grunts of delight emanating from the depths of his rasping throat. She was really something, this Caryn. Jesus! He should have done this a year ago. He would be enjoying both, her and Joyce on a regular basis now. Well he was going to make up for lost time, and he would enjoy doing it. Caryn's hot little cunt was taking all he had to offer and more. He was fucking her where it really counted, and that made him feel good.
Kneeling in front of him as she did, the beautiful Caryn-for her introduction to sex seemed to shed her dowdiness and make her very beautiful-found herself struggling helplessly with her passion and the almost overwhelming feeling of shame at the knowledge that she was enjoying all this. He was sinking deep inside her, deeper than she had ever thought it possible for any man to bury himself in a woman. Her passion was totally out of control, and lust surged through her as never before, making her aware how capable she was of feeling sensations she had never known before. Her body writhed involuntarily.
Digging his thumbs into the cheeks of her lovely white ass, Steve tugged them outward, stretching the softly undulating white moons of the helpless woman's shimmering buttocks that much wider apart. He stared at the pucker of her anus, vowing that, too, would eventually be penetrated by his cock. But for the moment his enjoyment rested with the pleasure of seeing his throbbing cock moving in and out of the seething pinkness of Caryn's unresisting, auburn-hair-trimmed cunt. It was nice to know her auburn hair was real and not something out of a bottle. He loved the sight of her cunt clinging like a limpet to his rampaging phallus as it plundered in and out of her body.
He had never fucked any other woman this deeply before. It was as if his cock were a stake, and her cunt was the heart of a vampire, and he was intent on burying all of it into her. This was a milestone for him, because he somehow knew his relationship with both, Caryn and Joyce was going to be a lot stronger than anything he'd ever had with any other female. In fact, he anticipated the relationship being stronger than the bond between most married couples. The important thing was, he had asserted himself, and his dominance had been accepted. He had them by the short and curlies, literally as well as figuratively, and he never intended letting go. Women like these, if married, would only make life for the men they married miserable. These were the kind of women who had to be dominated for the rest of their lives, not only for the man's happiness, but for their own.
Grinning triumphantly to himself, the man levered his pelvis forward, driving himself deeper into her, lifting himself up a bit more and allowing the solidly plunging length of his skewering shaft to slip firmly and finally into the depths of her cunt, the last little fraction of an inch totally burying itself. The over-stimulated walls of her cunt sucked on his cock and pulled on the meaty flesh as strongly as a lamb nursing at its mother's udder. Her cunt was not only accepting his cock, but was demanding more of it.
He sank his penis even deeper, grinding his hairy thighs all the more firmly against the smoothly quivering flesh of those lovely white, undulating buttocks. He revolved the thick phallic length around and around in her narrow interstice, doing his best to somehow or other enlarge the tightly squeezing passageway that was all but strangling his throbbing cock.
The movement was all that was needed to really set Caryn off, and she began thrashing around on the bed beneath him as if she had been shattered into a million tiny pieces. She squeezed the petal-like lips of her sucking cunt closed all the more tightly around the throbbing base of his driving, probing cock, making it tingle that much more with delight as pinpricks of sensuality penetrated the organ and traveled up into his entire shuddering body. Lewd, sensual thrills made his sperm-bloated testicles swell even more. He was pulsing with uncontrolled delight, his lustfully throbbing phallic lance definitely at home in the snug wetness of the tightly encasing her pussy between the thighs of this woman he now dominated so totally.
Caryn's eyes were fluttering open and closed. The auburn-haired woman was totally lost in a daze of sudden, all-consuming, overpowering passion. No longer aware of how servile she looked in this position, she spread her eagerly welcoming portly thighs even wider apart, moving her knees, as far apart as possible on the bouncing bed. The excited and aroused woman was able to feel her dangling breasts pressing erotically into the moistly crumpled sheet beneath her. She was also aware of her hard-peaked nipples, erect and throbbing as she was constantly buffeted forward along the sheet by each advancing thrust of the driving cock plunging consummately into her womanly oven. The smooth, rubbery head of his throbbing penis did indeed slam into the back wall of her vagina again and again, but she knew now it wasn't penetrating the flesh, nor would it be -likely to. A mindlessly rising happiness was being delightfully created inside her, a happiness she wanted to go on forever and ever. Nothing mattered at this moment but the incredible overpowering sensation of wildly ecstatic pleasures coursing through her nakedly responding body. She would never have thought in a million years that she was capable of responding to such a crude takeover of her body. She found the more she enjoyed this, the more she wanted to be demeaned and degraded, and though she would later mentally repudiate this thought, at the moment it was the most dominant idea in her head. She ached to have this man take total and complete control of her shuddering body. It was a welcome release, a release that made her realize she was suddenly and uncontrollably climaxing, feeling an orgasm, a sensation the like of which was totally unimaginable, her crazily convulsing cunt pulsating with lust-consuming fire and arousal. "Yeesssssss . . .I'mmmm . . . aaaannnhh hhhh . . . ffeeeliiinnng somethhhh iiiinngg . . . oohhh," she yelled, lifting her head so the tendons became taut in her neck, standing out clearly.
Behind her Steve tightly gritted his teeth and let his heavy body fall solidly against her back, mashing her front into the mattress.
All the while he held her desperately grinding loins apart, and his fingers now dug into her pelvis, forcing her to lift those marvelous weighty asscheeks, letting him plunge his rigid phallus into her as if he were a madman. He stabbed into the juicy center of her flooded cunt again and again, making Caryn cry aloud at his driving force.
"Come on, baby . . . hold on, daddy's gonna fire a load of hot sperm into you any moment, unnhh . . . you'll see," he told her as he moved his cock all the faster in her oversensitive interior.
The swollenly fleshy stiffness of his rapidly moving phallic wand moved ever upward as his sperm-filled testicles continued smacking heavily and uncontrollably against her clitoral bud as her widespread, hair-lined labia slurped and sloshed with the movement of the organ. Together, the pair of them ground nakedly and loudly against one another, the driving phallus slithering into her to be devoured repeatedly and totally inside the narrowly solid confines of her wildly climaxing vaginal container. The heatedly wet clasp of her auburn-haired vagina clung tenaciously to his driving penis as the lust-maddened organ slammed in and out with continual thrusts. Caryn groaned out her pleasure for Joyce, who was still watching from the doorway, to hear, and it first occurred to Joyce that even if Steve wasn't an Apollo, he sure knew how to use his cock, and maybe, just maybe she had lucked into something really special. He certainly took his time in coming, which was just the opposite of her husband, who had always had a premature ejaculation and had often kept her from coming.
Steve felt the sperm rising now, and then it spurted out of him, his throbbing cock becoming a burning shaft of total, utter sensation.
He enjoyed the sensation of the lovely Caryn's orgasmic oils gushing wetly around his own powerful penile shaft, mingling with his own juices, bubbling in her pussy, much of it spilling out onto the bed, running down her slender thighs. His swaying sac was covered with the mixture as well.
Caryn was whimpering and squirming, unable to believe such evil felt so good. Her mind was already starting to clear, but the fact remained that her body felt oh so good.
"This is only the first time," Steve panted. "From now on, you keep that pussy clean all the time, because you'll never know when I'll want to use it."
"Uuunhh!" was all Caryn was able to mutter as she lay there, totally exhausted.
Joyce backed away and quietly slipped out of the house after buttoning her coat. She got into Steve's car and drove to her apartment where she quickly packed all her clothing into a suitcase.
Joyce was many things, but she was no dummy. She knew a good thing when she saw it. Perhaps she might even be able to convince Steve to get rid of Caryn after a while so she'd be able to have that magnificent cock all to herself. God! Was it ever big! It made the skinny little whang sported by her ex pale into total insignificance. But more important than its length and breadth was the fact that he knew how to use it. Well it would be her turn soon enough, probably when she got back and Caryn went to get her own clothing. If he was as virile as he was good, Joyce knew she was in for one helluva time.
CHAPTER FOUR
By the time Joyce returned, Steve was fully dressed. So was Caryn.
"All right," Steve said to Caryn. "Your turn to go to your apartment, pack your things, and bring them here. At the moment I'm pre-disposed to be nice to you, Caryn. After all, we did have quite a session. So if you get back here within a half hour, I'll give you the larger of the two remaining bedrooms."
"Hey, that's not fair," Joyce snapped. "She should be made to earn it. I mean, I should have as much of a shot at it as her."
"Fair?" Steve laughed. "There's no such thing as fair in this house. Fair is what I say it is. Fair is doing what I tell you to do, when I tell you to do it. I'm telling Caryn that if she gets back within a half hour, she gets the larger bedroom. That's it! End of discussion!"
Joyce shrugged and took her suitcase into the smaller bedroom. She found it intimately furnished with a nice, solid double bed, a small dressing table, a chest of drawers, and a large closet. She quickly put all her dresses in the closet and her clothing into the drawers.
Walking into the living room, she saw Steve sitting on the sofa, watching some TV.
"Now what?" she asked, waiting for him to make the next move as she smoothed her hands over her red-and-white dress.
"Now you make me some supper," he told her. "You'll find the refrigerator well-stocked, as well as the pantry. You can make something for yourself, if you wish, and even something for Caryn. But whatever you do, remember, my needs come first."
"What, in particular, do you want?" Joyce asked.
"Pan-fried meat should be medium rare. Oven cooked meat should be well done. Whatever you do, don't broil anything. I hate broiled meat."
"Vegetables?" Joyce asked.
"Whatever you find," he shrugged.
She nodded and took a cigarette from her purse. As she was about to light up, he snapped, "From now on, both you and Caryn have given up cigarettes. I don't want any smoke in this house that doesn't come from food."
"Hey, that's not fair," Joyce insisted.
"I already defined fair for you," he replied. "Don't worry, honey, you'll get a chance to do a lot of cigar-smoking, if you get my meaning.'
Joyce understood. She understood only too well.
"You're disgusting!" she snapped at him, suddenly angry at him all over again, thinking how much he looked like her ex as he sat there.
"Ah? So you don't like cigar smoking?" he asked.
"My former husband, Ralph, tried to make me do that. I wouldn't do it for him, and I won't do it for you."
"Don't ever use the words "won't, don't, can't," in this house, Joyce," he warned. "You'll do whatever I want you to do. You'll do it when I want, where I want, for as long as I want. Now go and cook up something good. I'm hungry, and before you and I commence with what I'm certain we'll both enjoy, I want some sustenance."
Angry, Joyce hurried into the kitchen. She found the food in the refrigerator and the pantry, and in less than twenty minutes, she had three sizzling steaks ready for eating, along with some canned peas and carrots and some mashed potatoes made from a box.
Caryn had returned and she put all her clothing into the large bedroom. The three of them proceeded to eat. Afterward, Caryn made the coffee. Then they relaxed in the living room and watched TV.
CHAPTER FIVE
"Okay," Steve nodded, at nine o'clock, turning off the TV set. 'Time for more fun. This time Caryn, you're just going to watch. Watch well, because what you see is something you'll eventually be expected to do."
"Yes Steve," Caryn nodded, realizing she was already subdued by his manner.
"Come on, Joycie it's time for you and me to go for the magic number."
"What are you talking about?" Joyce asked.
"Sixteen," he told her. "Ate and ate."
"I don't get it," Joyce shrugged.
"You will, but good," he smiled as they entered the bedroom and Caryn sat in the overstuffed chair as Steve turned on the lamp.
Caryn stared with envy at Joyce's figure. Though a bit spare, it had a nice set of curves to it. Her shoulders sloped nicely and though her breasts were smaller than Caryn's, they were in proportion to her slender body, shadowing her waist. If her hips lacked the breadth Caryn's had, at least they had a roundness to them. What was more, Joyce had nice, long, slender legs. There was a lot of sensuality in Joyce, sensuality Joyce had flaunted in Steve's face before, but which she was doing her best to hide now.
Steve's cock jerked in his pants, bringing Caryn's attention back to him. He was anxious and erect.
"Come on," Steve was saying to Joyce. "We're here to get on with the fun. Don't worry about being shy in front of Caryn. She'll be showing off her talents in front of you," he told her, unaware Joyce had already witnessed their first encounter.
His eyes were now locked solely on Joyce. His mind recalled she was the one who was the initial cause of his misery with Caryn. Well since he had made Caryn pay for her mistakes, it was only fair to make Joyce pay for hers.
She was already slowly undoing the zipper on her dress, as if in some kind of trance. Joyce didn't object to a good solid fucking, but it did bother her to know she was on display in front of Caryn. More, she was irritated at the thought that Steve was the kind of man who didn't look like he'd settle for a simple roll in the hay.
She noticed there were fresh sheets on the bed. That was good. She didn't like the idea of rolling in someone else's sweat.
She removed all her clothing, carefully folding everything and putting the garments on top of a nearby dresser. Finally she was completely undressed, and she stood barefoot on the carpet.
Steve stood there smiling, well aware he was once again going to do whatever he pleased. What irritated him most was her indifferent manner. Caryn had been frightened, and he'd enjoyed turning that fright to passion. He had no doubt he'd be able to make this woman equally passionate-eventually. Oh the cold bitch was already doing what he wanted, but not in the way he wanted. He wanted to see emotion, any kind of emotion, whether it was fear or hate or even love. But the uncaring way in which Joyce was moving told him she was letting him know she wanted to get all this over and done with as soon as possible. Not that he doubted for one moment her ability to achieve orgasm. But it was plain she didn't like the idea of being forced into this, and so was intent on making herself as unfeeling as possible. "Just what the hell are you trying to pull?" he asked.
Turning completely toward him, letting him see her naked front for the first time, allowing her small but firm breasts with their tan tips to shake a little before his eyes, she breathed deeply as she watched him slowly undress in front of her. She had already seen his cock and so knew what to expect. He was built like a bull, and that much consoled her, considering all this was taking place against her will.
Since her divorce, Joyce had been to bed with a multitude of different men, and they had satisfied her to some degree. But none of them had the penile proportions of this man. Even though she had seen his cock, once he was undressed, her eyes were uncontrollably attracted to the massive length and breadth standing out from the hairy mat covering his pubis. The cock sliced through the air like a violet-tipped sword, jutting stiffly in her direction. Then Joyce's eyes slowly, haughtily moved up to his face.
"I know what you can do," she said. "I'll admit to being a little uneasy, but I'm not frightened. I've been fucked before, and I expect I'll be fucked quite a bit in the future before I grow too old for such things. But you're intent on making me enjoy it, aren't you. Well, I have news for you, you big-cocked bastard. You can fuck me, but there's nothing that says I have to enjoy it."
The tone of her voice was one of indifference mingled with disgust Earlier, she had been resigned to all this, as had Caryn. What was more, she was even willing to enjoy it. But his giving Caryn the big bedroom without offering her a sporting chance to win it, and his making her do the cooking angered her. He was letting her know she was nothing more than a slave, and he was treating her as such. She shut her eyes as if trying to close him out.
But Steve was smart enough to know his cock was something of a phenomenon, and even a woman like Joyce, who had obviously been fucked quite a bit, had the picture of his throbbing penis locked in her mind. As he stared, he saw a shudder of excitement ripple through her, and he knew he was right about what she was thinking.
Caryn also saw Joyce shudder, and having felt what that cock was capable of doing, she was clearly able to understand why Joyce was quivering. She smiled to herself, seeing the way Joyce had tightly shut her eyes, forcing herself not to look.
"You're trying my patience," Steve snapped. "I don't like women getting cute, especially snotty women like you, who think men are dirt. The one thing you're going to learn while you're here is that in this house, I'm king. You do everything you're told, which means if I order you to enjoy this, then you'd damn well better do just that."
Caryn was more than a little amused at this. Steve had vented his anger on her before, and she had been afraid that Joyce, with her wiles, would have been able to work her way around him so that even if he fucked her, he wouldn't become angry with her. But Joyce had been stupid about the whole thing, aggravating him. Not that Caryn was ready to merely lie down and let him walk all over her, but it felt good to know he was raging at Joyce as well as at her. After all, it had been Joyce's attitude that had started this whole thing.
Caryn saw the blood pulsing in Steve's temple artery, a throbbing little bit of pressure that had her aware of how she was able to tell when he was emotional, even if his face showed nothing. Matching the pulsations of the artery in his head were the throbbing movements of his rigid phallus.
"You can fuck the hell out of me," Joyce insisted. "And I'll probably feel it, and I have no doubt I'll love it. But it won't keep me from continuing to despise you."
"Despise me all you please," he snorted. "In fact, I want you to despise me. I'm going to do things with you to make you hate me even more, but you're going to do them, Joycie. You're going to do them because you have to. You may not like the idea, but you are my slave. One hundred percent my slave. You'll do whatever I want you to do, and you'll do it whenever I want you to do it."
"I know, I know, I know," she snapped. "We've been over it before. I'm sick of hearing it.
"And you'll hear it again and again, until you understand it," he roared.
"You're just like that stupid bastard of an ex-husband of mine," she shrieked. "I thought maybe I'd be able to reconcile myself to being forced to live with you. But the truth is, I can't stand you."
"By the time I'm through with you, you're going to adore me," he laughed. "You'll be only too happy to please me. I'm not your ordinary cocksman who'll stretch you out on the bed and simply fuck. There are lots of things you have yet to learn about enjoying sex, and you're about to get your first lesson here and now. I don't give a flying fuck about the things you did or didn't do with your ex. I want that tight little cunt of yours, but not the way you think, honey. Maybe, just maybe, if you learn to obey me, I'll feed that cunt of yours with my cock, and you'll be overjoyed to get it."
"Just what's going on in your mind?"
"A lot of things," he smiled. "But mostly I want to make sure you understand what it means for me to rule. Hell! I'm doing you a favor. There's no one in the world with a cock like mine, and with the knowledge of how to use it. There'll be times when I'll be taking on the two of you together, and you'll both love it."
A shudder went through Caryn. It was bad enough to have fallen under the spell of his penis and to have enjoyed what he'd done to her. But to hear him say she would enjoy being part of a tag team fucking match bothered her. She had no doubt it bothered Joyce as well.
Steve had been angry at her, but he was even angrier at Joyce. She would never have believed it possible that such a mild man was capable of such anger. Joyce was starting to show she was afraid, and she was backing away from him.
The more slender of the two women felt a shudder ripple over her nakedly displayed, satin flesh as she stared at the anger suffusing Steve. She noted the way he tightly clutched his hot, thrusting stem of solidly tan, purple-topped flesh. He was lasciviously tugging it back and forth, making the head pulsate and enlarge even more. The obscene sight both fascinated her and repelled her.
Joyce had never bothered paying too much attention to the other penises that had buried themselves in her. As far as she was concerned, except for an inch one way or the other, they had all looked a-like. Besides, she preferred fucking in the dark. Somehow she had no pleasure in watching her body being violated by a cock. This would be the first time she ever did anything with the light on. Since her husband had always been very quick to come, he had often left her frustrated and she would lie awake for hours while he slept afterward. With other men, most of the time she came first, and then she was the one to turn over and go to sleep without thinking of anything else. The reason she had dumped her husband was his desire for all kinds of kinky sex.
Now she was obviously with someone who was even kinkier than her ex-husband. She had agreed to his terms simply because she needed the job she had. If, someday, she found another man interested in taking care of her, she'd be able to give this man the kiss-off. What was more, she'd kiss the bank goodbye, as well. But everything about Steve continually irritated her. He had an obnoxious, dominating manner, a manner which she had only recently been using on him. She didn't appreciate being the one controlled-not at all.
"You just keep on pulling that weenie of yours like that," she snapped at the man. "You look very natural playing with it that way. You're like some spoiled brat who can't take simple criticism, so you have to run to the John and go play with your cock. Well, go on. You're the only one who really finds that elephantine organ fascinating. Pull it! Keep on tugging on it. Personally, I've decided I don't think I'll enjoy being fucked by you no matter what you do."
Normally the man wouldn't have given a damn about her feelings and her beliefs. But he was completely aroused at the moment, and now she was trying to make him feel small again. This was one bitch who really needed a lesson.
Caryn was terrified. She knew Joyce was being stupid. Had she capitulated nicely, she would probably have enjoyed everything Steve would have done to her, just as she, Caryn, had learned to enjoy it. But it was obvious from the fire burning in Steve's eyes, that he fully intended making her sorry for being such a big mouth.
Steve slapped Joyce's face hard. She stumbled away from him and fell across the bed. Caryn stared, never seeing Steve this violent before. He had been gentle with her compared to the way he was treating Joyce. He lay her on her side on the bed, and he fell next to her, clamping his thighs around her throat. His ass slammed against the nipples on her breasts, and he slapped her face with his cock, first one cheek then the other as his thighs held her locked in place. Joyce kicked and screamed and tried humping her body away. She tried hitting him from beneath, but his balls as well as his cock were pressing into her face, and his clamped together thighs prevented her fists from striking him.
He reached out with his right hand and got a tight grip on her mousy brown hair. He tugged her face back, staring into her eyes, seeing the red mark his hand had made on her cheek. His other hand was still gripping his cock. Instead of merely waving it beneath her nose, or smearing some of the fluid it emitted onto her face, he tugged her head toward him as he jammed his cock between her lips-lips that tried to stay clamped together. She struggled to pull away, sobbing, but the hand in her hair held her face in place as he pushed hard with his penis against her mouth.
"Stop it!" she demanded through tightly clenched teeth. "This is disgusting and I won't do it! I didn't do it for my husband, and I won't do it for you!"
Caryn stared wide-eyed, not daring to move from the chair in which she was seated. She was just as disgusted at Joyce at what he was doing, and the worst part of it all was, she was certain he had intentions of one day shortly making her do the same thing he wanted Joyce to do.
It occurred to Caryn that the head of his cock bore a faint resemblance, in the kind of flesh anyway, to her nipples, and as a result she was certain the penis was probably as sensitive as her nipples were. Recalling how much pleasure she had felt when he had played with her nipples, she had some insight as to why he was trying to make Joyce suck his cock. Was it really as disgusting as she had initially imagined? Was it barely possible, that she would actually enjoy sucking it? She didn't know why, but though she ought to have felt disgusted, all she really felt was aroused at the idea of taking that fat, juicy penis between her lips and slurping on it. Maybe she was becoming depraved. God! She would have loved trying it. But she knew if she stood up at the moment and walked over to the bed she might Steve angrier. Common sense told her to remain seated where she was.
"You're gonna suck this, you damn bitch!" he snorted. "You think I don't remember how you told me how you hate the very idea of doing something like this, huh? You think that fucking mouth of yours is too goddamn sacred. Well, let me tell you, honey, you're gonna suck my cock until I fire the entire wad of sperm in me down that lovely throat of yours. It's about time you discovered just how tasty a load of semen can be. You'll suck, because if you don't, you know what I can do. Signing records that are incorrect might be interpreted as a misdemeanor, at the very least. That means a possible prison term, if I should show those records to the board of trustees. So you see, Joycie, you're gonna suck, and you're gonna suck like you love it. You're gonna keep on sucking until I pop my wad into that tight little mouth of yours, and then you're gonna drink it all down. You'll do it with eagerness and anticipation, honey. You'll do it, right now!"
His hand released the brown-haired woman, and then he proceeded to slap her face, first one cheek, then the other. The resounding sound of the loud smacks filled the bedroom, startling Caryn, making her sit bolt upright At least he hadn't hit her. She knew now that he wouldn't hesitate to do so if she disobeyed him, and she was frightened. Her life was being bound to that of a horrible monster of a man rather than a man she had imagined might possibly be good natured. Yet she, like Joyce, had no option but to do as he said. He was right about the possibility of their going to prison. It was a remote possibility, but one that existed, nevertheless.
Just as she had initially quailed when she had discovered his intent to remove her virginity, so now did Joyce begin to struggle. They lay on their sides with his thigh still clamped tightly around her neck, and her hands were beating at his ass in an effort to make him let go of her. Her body writhed under his buttocks, her helpless legs kicking futilely at the air as one hip ground into the mattress. Her anger knew no control whatsoever for the moment as tears of mortified shame started streaming down her helpless cheeks.
Joyce knew, even as she fought, her struggles were in vain. She had pushed him too far for too long a time, and he was going to glory in the revenge he would be taking on her. Had she not been so vain and determined to make him suffer for the wrongs her husband had committed, she would be out on her date now. She had called the man who was to take her out and had canceled when she had gone back for her clothes, and she knew she had no choice but to surrender to Steve and do as he wished, though she hated him that much more for it.
"Suck it, baby!" Steve was ordering. "You take my nice big juicy cock in that hot little mouth of yours and make it like candy, you rotten little bitch!"
He was yelling at her, looking straight down at her from the way he lay on his side, gripping her by her hair and jerking her head up and down again and again, pressing his penile tip to her clamped-together lips. Each time she refused to open her mouth, he pulled her hair, hurting her a little more. All the while his thighs continued squeezing around her face, the pressure becoming so strong, she was no longer able to take it. She finally went limp.
Joyce felt him ease the pressure of his thighs around her head just a little, allowing some air to get in so she was able to breath. Her shoulders felt numb, not so much from weight, but from the pressure of his buttocks against them, and her nipples were also scraping against the lower part of his buttocks, causing unwanted sensations to tingle through them. She gasped for air, his huge cock resting its tip on her chin.
"Are you gonna suck?" he asked.
"A-all right," she finally nodded, closing her tear-filled eyes.
Tilting her head upward, she quivered, knowing she was about to do something she had detested for as long as she was able to remember. It was the most disgusting, abhorrent thing anyone had ever asked her to do. The idea of sinking her teeth into his cock, even biting it off entered her mind, but she discarded that. She didn't dare. There were those other copies that friends of his would mail out if anything happened to him. He not only made certain she wouldn't harm him, but he was making certain both she and Caryn guarded his life.
It sickened her to even think about all this. The best thing was to do it and not think about it, and get it over and done with.
Steve was calming down a little, and looking at the way she was timidly opening her lips, he shook his head and said, "No way, Joycie. I can tell from your actions just what it is you're thinking, and if you think for a single instant I'm gonna let you do this without knowing what you're doing and fully appreciating every last little bit of it, you're sadly mistaken. Grip the full length of my cock in your hands," he insisted, loosening one thigh enough for her to fit a hand between them. "Lick all the way up one side, then let that hot little tongue of yours lick my balls as well, that tongue of yours washing over my scrotum, making it soaking wet with your spit. You keep on using that pink tongue of yours, non-stop. Stop for even a minute, and I'll either send these photos out, or I'll let Caryn decide on yet another kind of punishment for you. Believe me, she's less anxious than you to have those pix sent out, so she'll think up some doozies. You're about to discover what an extremely talented tongue and mouth you really have, honey. All without a lesson. Start lapping babe!"
Caryn sat there, leaning forward, anxious, wondering if Joyce was going to do it. She was grateful he hadn't forced her to do something like this the first time around. But even as she thought about it, her mouth was watering, and she knew, deep down, it was something she would have loved trying, though not with Joyce watching. Sighing, she remained sitting on the edge of her seat, her hands gripping the chair's arms as she kept on staring.
Steve had relaxed more than a little. His face was no longer the outraged mask of hatred, but rather he wore a sadistic smile as he stared at the total subservience of Joyce, aware she was going to comply.
The brown-haired woman's face was pleading with him even though she said nothing. He was lying on his back now, having rolled off her, insistent she do all the work without being forced even a little.
Joyce, who had felt a numbness around her throat and head when he had clamped his thighs tightly there, now began feeling a little better. She sat up for a moment, then let her head hang down, her face directly above the twitching penis. Her fingers reached down and slowly surrounded the cylinder of flesh. God! It really was thick, and it pulsated vibrantly beneath her hand. She was aware of the lust shooting through him and marveled his cock was so hard considering he had used it on Caryn a few hours earlier. It jerked repeatedly, as if it had been struck by lightning, and the grunting sound from Steve's throat seemed to echo the tension that was building in her shuddering body.
Raptly staring at all this from the chair where she was seated, Caryn felt her mouth watering as she saw Joyce's lips move closer to the throbbing penis. But what amazed her most of all was the look in Joyce's eyes. In place of disgust, there was the same raptness that was in her own eyes. Debased subjugation was once again leading to unwanted and unbridled passion. Tiny flames of intractable lust were sparkling in the searing depths of those eyes.
"You have to learn, Joyce," Steve was saying, his voice now totally calm, "that there's a lot more to sex than simply lying on your back and allowing some lucky man to cram his cock in that tiny little opening between your thighs. You might just as well start learning these things now. You'll not only learn to do these things, but from the look I can see in your eyes, you'll learn to like them. You'll not only suck my cock to my satisfaction, but to yours, as well."
Caryn was starting to gain some insight into Steve
Blaze. He wasn't quite the horror she had initially believed him to be. Nor was he the nonentity she and Joyce had always thought him to be prior to this evening. He was amazingly deep, and what was more, he seemed just as intent on teaching them enjoyment as he was in subjugating them.
Knowing Joyce as she did, she was fairly certain the girl would shortly come around to Steve's way of thinking. She hated to admit it but she was starting to like these perversions. It was obvious there was eventually going to be total surrender on both their parts. But knowing this also made Caryn decide she wasn't going to simply let him have his way without any kind of struggle. Whether or not she would actually be forced to live with him the rest of her life only time would tell. But she did know she wanted him to respect her as much as he wanted respect from her. Continual easy surrender would only make him despise her, after a while.
Steve was trembling a little as he lay there, having had a little too much wine with dinner. He had been overly bold for a while, but the effect of the wine was wearing off, and he hoped he hadn't gone too far with Joyce. He had meant to frighten her a little, but he didn't want her so panicked that her mind would snap and she would turn into a vegetable.
A moment later he was convinced he had gone far enough without going too far when he became aware of the tingles shooting through his body as he felt Joyce's hands not merely holding his turgid cock, but actually caressing the rampant organ. She seemed to be moving her hands against her will, sending unbelievable flashes of thrilling carnality shooting through him. Delight raced madly through him, blinding him to everything other than the pleasure he was going to feel at the hands and mouth of this subjugated woman.
Joyce was unable to figure out all the crazy, complicated emotions trying to eel through her hurt and frustrated self. There was an overwhelming anger and bitterness invading her, and added to that was the pain of humiliation he had evoked in her. Too, there was the shame at having Caryn witness all this. It all added up to enough to frazzle her nerves.
Now everything was finally giving way to fermenting galvanizations of lust that corkscrewed through her shuddering loins and flat belly as her fingers curled around the throbbing presence of his very real and unbelievably thick cock. She clutched it tightly in her grasping hands and then found herself whimpering out loud. Her cobwebbed brain had become a mixture of entanglements, inconsistent reactions, and the added presence of this massive horse-cock held in the circle of her small fist, the head less than an inch from her lips, now completely overshadqwed everything for the moment.
One of the tears in her eyes finally spilled out and tumbled slowly down her cheek before falling onto his pelvis. She discoverd her fingers were involuntarily squeezing and stroking the huge phallic monster her hand had imprisoned. His fingers, stroking through her hair, built the lust inside her to higher-than-ever proportions. At that moment Joyce felt a touch of masochism in her for she realized she had actually enjoyed being hurt by him . . . just a little.
"Okay, Joycie," he told her, his voice softly encouraging. "We've delayed long enough, I think. Start using that sweet tongue of yours, honey. Use it to 'til lick my cock the way I told you."
He lay there, his head slightly raised and staring at her, his fingers gently weaving their way through her hair and offering her encouragement. Her face moved closer to the enormous pylon. "I have a feeling you're going to be an A-number-one cocksucker, and I'm looking forward to getting one of the best blowjobs in the world. By the time we're finished, you'll never want to go to bed with another man without wanting to suck his cock first. The only thing is, I'm always going to be that other man."
"Uh huh!" was all Joyce was able to mumble, mesmerized by the massive pole at which she was staring.
Inwardly she wondered why she was suddenly feeling so inflamed and aroused at the idea of suddenly giving in to this man of all men. She would have spat in her ex-husband's face had he tried forcing her to do this. She remembered the first time he had wanted to do something kinky with her. She had locked him out of the bedroom for an entire week. Yet here she was, not only knuckling under to what this man wanted, but allowing herself to actually feel simmering need for what he had-his cock. She actually wanted to suck the organ. She wanted to drink the sperm. It made her wonder if depravity was something catching. If this was the way she felt, then how many other women in the world also felt this sense of perversity?
"You're stalling," Steve insisted, ready to become angry all over again, "come on, honey, I want to feel that lovely tongue of yours go to work. When you've finished using that tongue, you'll start with those fabulous lips. Before we all go to sleep tonight, you're going to be the best cocksucker in Bell win. By next week you'll be the best cocksucker in the state, and in two weeks it'll be a runoff as to whether you or Caryn will be the best cocksucker in the world."
His voice frightened her a little, and for a brief instant she felt a flaring panic surge through her. Her mind snapped back to the reality that she was here because she was trapped, that there was no escape. He intended making her perform this perverted act no matter how much she objected, but as a result, strange masochistic sensations were stirring around inside her all over again. They surged through her as in the very depths of her humiliation, her hand continued automatically tugging on the thick phallus.
Joyce sensed the way the man beneath her was churning against the mattress, and she felt thrilled listening to the moans his mouth was emitting. She yanked on the penile lance, holding the glistening tip of his throbbing cock straight up in the air below her lips, her fist squeezing the throbbing organ as she tugged it up and down, her mind concentrating on the lascivity of all this. Little by little the great cock became the center of her universe, and then became her entire universe. There was nothing, nothing but the cock. First her hand pulled at it, but that wasn't enough. More had to be done. Now she slowly lowered her head, this time opening her mouth wide.
Joyce heard Steve gasp with lascivious anticipation, looking forward to what she was about to do while uncontrollable trickles of total desire began rampantly charging through her shuddering womanly body. She took a deep breath and held it as her tongue slowly emerged from her mouth, finally allowing it to come into direct contact with the hard, rubbery penile tip. She hesitated for only a moment then permitted the extended digit to lightly swirl around the knobby tip, and the salty taste of his flesh filled her mouth. All the while, the man stared at her pink tongue and sighed, writhing his buttocks against the bed beneath him. Then the point of her tongue braved the little slit in the tip of his penis and licked into it, slurping and slavering as if trying to draw out more of the colorless, salty lubricity.
Caryn stared wide-eyed, aware of the saliva in her own mouth starting to build, and she realized she felt a certain amount of jealousy simply sitting here and watching all this. It was as if Steve was torturing her by making her watch and then not allowing her to join in. No doubt, if he had ordered her to become part of the game, she would have objected and put up some kind of fight. But the fact that he was preventing her from becoming involved in this made her want to do so all the more. She was inwardly aching to learn more and more about sex, and it was obvious he was the only man who would teach her.
Joyce was still holding her breath, and tingles worked their way through her as her sucking mouth hungrily tasted the pungent tang emitted from the burning tip of his throbbing masculine phallus. Passion-incited seminal lubrication came out in tiny droplets, and her tongue hurriedly scooped them all up before they were able to drip down the side of his organ.
Though she did her best to fight her internal feelings, the lovely Joyce felt a new wave of unwanted excitement coursing madly through her, provoking and arousing her that much more, making her nostrils widely flare. Then her tongue was automatically lapping away along the vein-laced underside, washing that part of the penis again and again, moving all the way to the base of the pulsing scrotum, then once more slithering up to the corona where her tongue encircled the flaring rim. Her tiny hand opened to allow her tongue to lick away at the underside where she felt the urethra inside throbbing uncontrollably, and then her hand tightened where the tongue moved away, jerking continually, squeezing the heavy base. Joyce was aware of the wrinkled scrotum against the side of her hand, and she almost laughed because the many hairs covering it tickled her so much. Her fingers moved lower and filled themselves with the doughy clump of his testiclss, and her nails subconsciously drew themselves through the wrinkles, making him wriggle madly. Then the bloated mass was cupped in her palm and she was gently closing her fingers around the pulsating length again.
Joyce's face was nuzzling the stiff phallus, her tongue consistently licking it with unqualified affection, for she was fast coming to adore this part of the man. Her muddled mind realized she was actually enjoying what she was doing. She no longer thought about Caryn, sitting in the chair nearby and watching, nor did she care how abasing this seemed. There was a definite pleasure involved here. The more she thought about it, the more she realized all she really cared about was this marvelous object her tongue was continually tasting while her fingers kept on caressing.
Her other hand was squeezing his balls, ever so lightly, but just enough to make him writhe and pulsate with even more enjoyment. The shuddering head of the cock, a bright purple, seemed to beckon her lips and she knew the time had come for her to do more than merely lather it with her tongue.
CHAPTER SIX
Pursing her mouth, Joyce moved her suddenly anxious lips downward, letting them encircle the ponderous purple point within the confines of their stretched oval circle. Using her tongue as a platter, she allowed the heated length of his broad penis to slide inside. Moisture gathered on her tongue bathed the cock as the circle of her mouth clung to it. The head pushed deeper and deeper toward her throat, her lips sucking loudly, noisily as she absorbed more and more of the stiff staff. The oozing drops of heavy seepage continued filling her heated oral shelter with its madly vibrant piquancy.
Lying below the brown-haired Joyce, Steve gasped out his delight at the way her mouth leeched onto his organ as she awkwardly pushed her lovely face even lower. Her mouth continued sucking all the while, her tongue and palate naturally adhering to the probing length. Propping the pillow behind his head higher, he anxiously stared at the way Joyce orally labored, the very tip of her harshly attractive face now totally distorted with eroticism and lasciviousness as her pursed mouth began sucking all the more hardily. Sow of a bitch!
He didn't know what, but Steve realized he had really set off something in this woman-something no man had ever been able to reach before. It was something not even she had been aware of previously, though by now she was more than a little aware of it.
Little by little she was munching her way down the length of his throbbing rod, her mind suddenly intent on only one thing; fitting all of it into her tightly narrow mouth and throat. Every last little bit of it would be crammed in, somehow.
He groaned again, pushing his hips up, aware that by continuing to do this, he would strain his thigh muscles and soon tire. He wanted to make certain she gobbled every last little millimeter of his cock, so he signaled to Caryn to get another pillow from his closet, and then lifted his ass even higher as she propped it under his rear. Now there would be no excuse for Joyce not being able to ingest the entire organ. He had lifted it high enough for her to swallow it all.
Steve allowed her to rest her head against his belly, sighing and moaning the entire time as he felt her sucking lips and working tongue apply that much greater pressure. It seemed she was as intent as he in making sure every last little bit of cockmeat was pushed into her working mouth, even if it meant shoving the head of his throbbing cock into the narrow stricture of her gullet.
His hands automatically reached up and twined themselves around the back of her head, tugging down a little while jerking his hips upward again. Meanwhile, Joyce had slipped a hand underneath, cupping the weighty clump of his hairy testicles. Her other hand used two fingers to tightly grip the base of his penis, holding it upright.
Oh dear God! In all the years Steve had enjoyed affairs with different married women looking for sexual variety, he had never discovered one this eager to swallow so much of his pulsating organ. She was slurping on his cock with all the verve a bear would have at sucking on a honeycomb. God! She was really something! No doubt she had subconsciously had the urge to do this all her life and had kept the urge hidden by consciously insisting to herself this was a disgusting thing to do.
Lord! He began a slow, steady, rhythmic churning of his hips as she moved her head up and down, sliding the thick, obviously tasty phallus in and out of her sucking mouth. Joyce sucked loudly, slurpily, and the sounds of what she was doing echoed throughout the bedroom. His fingers wove their way through her hair, helping her head to bob up and down, but it was Joyce who was guiding the cock in and out of her mouth. All the while her two hands continued working, one massaging his balls, the other using thumb and forefinger to jerk on the base of his massive penis.
Caryn, sitting back in the chair, watched, totally awed by what she was seeing, aware how much Joyce was actually enjoying what she was doing, and feeling envious that she had not been forced to do it. She would definitely have to be forced the first time, if only to preserve her self-respect, no matter how much she wanted to do it. As she watched, Caryn felt lascivious biting needs charge maddeningly through her as she saw Joyce's cheeks bloat and hollow while the brown-haired woman's head moved up and down with more and more speed. There was a fevered haste to the way Joyce was sucking, her lips tugging on the length of flesh sliding through them, as if letting Steve know once and for all she was not only completely surrendering to whatever he wanted, but she was thrilled to be doing it.
He continued ramming the swollen phallus upward, keeping time with the way her lovely lips sucked, enjoying the sight of the way they encircled his phallic probe, moving back and forth with greater uncontrolled fury.
Steve Blaze had a wide grin on his face. It was the wickedly obscene smile of a man who knows he has once again conquered a woman. Dominant lust lit up his features, making him look almost evil.
With each maddening downward thrust of her strongly receptive mouth the woman was moaning out loud her own lust, unalloyed wanton passion making itself known as her hand continued massaging the heavy scrotum between his hairy thighs.
Joyce found herself totally captivated by what she was doing. She was unable to resist the licentious stimulation she felt because of being forced to slavishly suck this man's throbbing cock. Her cheeks still stung with the vicious slaps he had given her, and her breasts still tingled with the feel of the pressure of his buttocks in spite of the fact that he was no longer rubbing them against her nipples. The nipples remained distended and swollen, aching for something or someone to massage them, and she applied more pressure than ever to his cock with her mouth, forcing her lips even lower, taking more of the throbbing length into her gullet.
Joyce was unable to recall when she had enjoyed something so much, and she was aware of a part of her gullet being stimulated to make up for the fact that he was no yet touching her cunt. When she had been married, she was the one who had ruled. Though her husband hadn't been a mouse, he had let her pay the bills and handle all the responsibilities. This was the first time in her life she felt so totally and sordidly and deliciously humbled before a man's man she hadn't had the least little bit of respect for a few hours before. It was all so perversely wanton and delightful she was unable to keep herself still. Her inner-self was completely enraptured as continual sensations of flaming desire kept on growing higher in the flaring core of her quivering body. No one, not her husband, not any of the men whom she had put out for after, had caused this hunger, this salacious desire to be built in her. The intemperate lascivity continually mounting inside her was charging wildly through her thighs, reaching into the delta between them, making her quiver with added desire.
Her mouth hungrily clung with fierce possession to the throbbing cock on which she continually sucked, fearful he would take it out of her mouth and give it to Caryn. If he did that, she would never forgive him. It would mean her best just wasn't good enough for him, and her womanhood would have received a jolt.
Tears continually ran down her cheeks, but these were no longer tears of sorrow or unhappiness. At the moment, all she felt was unfathomable joy, reveling in the masochistic domination of herself. She had never, in her wildest, most remote fantasies, dreamed how supremely marvelous it was going to be to have her mouth so totally crammed full of male penis. The throbbing organ brought sheer, utter bliss to her. She discovered her tongue eagerly exploring every ridge and curve of the pulsing phallic member. The tip of her tongue extended from her mouth and struggled to reach his phallic base in the hope of searching out the wrinkles in his scrotum. But she had not yet crammed all of the pulsing organ into her mouth, and as a result was unable to feel the swollen sac.
Once again she lifted her face, her mouth moving to the top of his heavy penis, her tongue licking around the mushroom-shaped crown and then once again licking into the tiny little slit, tasting the delightful tang of his outpouring lubrication. All the while her vagina continued growing hotter and hotter as the juices bubbled more incessantly.
Steve stared at the now-interesting as well as attractive face of the woman whose mouth was continually absorbing his throbbing penis. His hands were now cupping her face, pressing inward on her cheeks, guiding her mouth back and forth along the length of his pulsating masculine thermometer. He slammed the hot cock up to meet her downward oral thrust, almost ferocious in his desire to have her absorb the penis. His eyes enjoyed the sight of her clinging lips tightening around the organ, salaciously gripping it, letting him know she had no intention of relinquishing it. He enjoyed the way her pursed lips folded in on themselves each time her head stroked down, then thrilled to seeing the way she tugged them out again each time his penis pulled back. He started shoving the organ a little deeper now, forcing her head lower, clogging her esophagus more completely. She was delighted at the gagging coughs that she issued each time the head of his masterful cock sank a little deeper. He pulled his body back a little bit, then took aim and shoved harder, trying to probe not only into her gullet, but all the way into her belly. Her pharynx was trying to squeeze shut, first attempting to keep him out, then surrounding the penile head and pulling it in, crushing it, building continuous tingle in her as well as in him, tingles that needed assuaging. God! He ached to have the last little bit of his penile base buried in the tightness between her lips.
Caryn, sitting on the edge of her seat again, stared, wondering if it was humanely possible for Joyce's mouth to absorb the entire length of the penis. If so, she knew he would be expecting her to perform at least equally well, and a this point, much as she wanted to taste his cock, Caryn had no idea if she was capable of gulping the entire length down. At least he was lying back, letting her hover over him, doing his best not to make it difficult for her, using a position that would allow her to proceed at her own pace.
She stared intently, watching with disbelief, seeing the heavy shaft make its way ever deeper into Joyce's mouth with each downward thrust of her head. She even heard the other woman choking, gasping wheezing as the penile tip sank deeper and deeper, yet it was obvious from the way Joyce's hand was pumping
Steve's balls that she had no intention of slowing down or giving up. She intended gulping down the whole penis.
The wiry hairs on the man's pelvis were now pressing against her nose, and Caryn stared as she realized Joyce was actually doing it. She was swallowing the entire thick length of the man's cock. Joyce was gagging, but still determined to continue. Caryn sat back, sweating a little, knowing her own time wasn't that far off. There was no escape for her. When he wanted her to suck, she would have to do just that.
Joyce's lower half was writhing all over the bed. It made Caryn aware that no matter how much Joyce enjoyed what she was doing, it was her vagina that craved some kind of satisfaction.
But Caryn wasn't the only one aware of Joyce's physical anguish. Her body was thrashing madly on the bed as her head bobbed up and down again and again. Steve, whose head was still elevated by a pillow, glanced at the slender form of the woman as her body continually bounced. A single glance let him know how desperate she was for some kind of satisfaction. He craned his neck and saw her small, white buttocks humping madly up and down in apposition to the movement of her head. The insanely wild and undulating writhing of her slender hips were just too much. He stopped moving his body, pushed her mouth solidly down on his cock, making her swallow all of it then did a hundred-and-eighty degree rollover so she was on the bottom. Then he pulled his pulsing cock from between her lips.
"Ohhh.. . don't take it away from me!" she pleaded. "Let me keep on sucking it, I want it, I want it!" Caryn beard Joyce gasp, and realized she had become totally addicted to all this in a very short period of time. Just as he had conquered her, making her enjoy something initially painful, so had he conquered Joyce, not only forcing her to do something she didn't want to do, but enjoying it all the while.
"Just relax," Steve insisted.
"Please.. . " Joyce was begging. "I want to suck on it until I've drained it dry. You promised me, Steve, you promised you'd let me do that. Sucking it is the most wonderful thing I've ever known. It's so thick, so long, so heavy, so amazing. I want it!"
"Slow down Joycie," the man said in a reassuring tone of voice, sliding back and kissing her lips gently, the same lips that had been wrapped around his prick. "I'm not going to take my cock away from you, sweetie. All I'm going to do is turn around, and while you keep on sucking my cock, I'm going to gobble that tasty pussy of yours. I can smell the soap you use to keep it clean, baby. It has me all hot and bothered. Okay with you if I do a little licking, too?"
"Huh?" Joyce asked, coming out of her funk. "Are you telling me you want to press your mouth against my vagina?"
"That's exactly what I'm telling you," he smiled. "Believe me, a sweet pussy tastes as good to a man as a good cock tastes to a woman, you'll see."
"Well, I don't know," she shrugged. "I mean, I've never allowed my husband or any other man to do something like that."
"Fine! It'll be a first for me, sucking you and for you."
Instead of turning around, the man began slowly sliding down the length of Joyce's shuddering body, taking the time to pay oral attention to her breasts, sucking her nipples into his mouth one at a time. Then his face pressed into the warmth of her flat belly, his tongue licking into her navel, making her sensually writhe with maddening feeling she had never know before. Yes, he had Joyce where he wanted her, just as he'd had Caryn. He was controlling them both now, and as long as he was able to use his mouth, he would maintain that control over both Joyce and Caryn. His mouth and his dick! Both would control the women.
He had rolled her onto her back again, and her hands were pressing into his hair as his face moved lower.
"Okay, Joycie, here we go!"
She gasped and shrieked out her lust as his heatedly wet and burning lips slowly closed over the pouting mound at the base of her belly. Considering how skinny she was, her labia were almost fat, being very puffy and swollen. She gasped as he pressed light, teasing kisses on her silken-haired slit, making the bubbling juices within now flow heavily out of her. Joyce writhed, enjoying his kisses more than any she had received from other men, because no other man had ever kissed her down there. They were marvelous, wonderful kisses, teasingly arousing her as his mouth moved through the hair, pressing down on the tantalizing flesh. His prickling lips covered the moist, soft flaps of her tender pouting outer labia, then his tongue moved between her inner labia, licking gently, tasting the fluids she was emitting, swallowing them as the tongue began moving more and more rapidly. like a wet snake his tongue slithered into her, making her quake.
Every muscle, every tense nerve in Joyce's tremblingly aching body reacted uncontrollably to the maddeningly thrilling, wildly pulsating licks of unadulterated pleasure he was giving her as her vaginal walls surrounded his tongue and did their best to cling to it. Choking moans of servile submission came pouring out of her helplessly gagging throat, and she had a small orgasm.
Caryn stared, unable to believe what she was seeing. To have wanted to taste this man's cock had been one thing, but seeing the way he lapped at Joyce's pussy made her aware of how sensitive her own vagina felt, and she ached to feel the throbbing lance of tongue delving into her own cunt. But she also had the desire to suck that thick, stolid phallus. She remembered the smell of his seminal fluid when he had finally emptied his balls into her, and she licked her lips, thinking what it might taste like.
Joyce's mind was caught up in the insane whirlpool of continually mounting enchantment, and the arousal was so overpoweringly spectacular her mind was closed to everything else. A maddening sensual storm was making her slender white body glisten. Her perspiring flesh was shining, and her hands were running up and down the length of her slender body. They touched the hard-nippled, soft mounds of her small but solidly swollen breasts, noting how they were throbbing. Then her fingers trailed down over her satin skin, moving to her belly, finally coming to rest on her thighs as she wriggled. She heard the man panting, feeling his hot breath in her cunt. With her fingers she spread her labia even farther apart, revealing the richness of her inner pink flesh to his hungry stare. He drew his hot, wet tongue along the entire length of her exposed pinkness as his nose rubbed against the button-like extension of her clitoris.
"Oh My Goddd! Uuu uunn-nn-nn-hh hh-hh . . . yesssss . . keep on doing it . . . keep on doing it.. . don't stop." Joyce gasped, and had a second small climax.
Caryn, staring wide-eyed at the way his mouth slaveringly worked into the creaming depths of Joyce's vagina, felt a small climax suddenly burst through her. She had been rubbing her thighs tightly together without realizing it. Her labia had pressed on each other, all but crushing her own clitoris between them, and she had come.
"Uuuumm mm pp-pp-hh-hh!" was all Steve was able to say.
His triumph was complete. He had stormed and conquered two pussies, and knew now he had these women firmly under his control. Both of them would do precisely as he said from now on.
He tugged his tongue from the seething narrow bowl of feminine membrane and sensitivity, licking upward through her widespread fissure, tasting her wetness and drinking down her sap. His tongue came into contact with the bud of her clitoris, and he wildly licked it, slurping it between his lips, pulling on it. He sucked, even chewing a little on the tingly bud as if hoping to pull some delicious fluid from inside it. While his tongue continued the straining pressure of lapping against the tantalizing plexus of her femininity, his hands remained busy. One hand moved over both her breasts, tugging on her nipples, while the other hand massaged the rounded cheeks of her small, tight ass. The fact that her ass was so small, so different from Caryn's, made it that much more enjoyable to play with. Now was the time to give her yet another new sensation.
Joyce felt the new thrill eel its way through her, and she shuddered.
The tantalizing pressure of his tongue had slid across the length of her slurpy pussy and dipped lower. He lapped across her perineum and probed into her rectum. He had correctly assessed that a woman who kept her cunt as fastidiously clean as Joyce would keep her asshole just as clean. Her rectal pucker tasted of the same soap she used to wash out her vagina. His tongue whipped back and forth across the little pucker, lapping at it wildly, making Joyce feel one series of cold shudders after another charge through her with the power of TNT. Frenzied delight made her writhe and squeal as lurid lust charged through her already aroused body. The orgasm she had felt a little earlier when he had lapped her cunt, were minor ones, but the one she felt at the moment had to be the most overpowering sensation she had ever known.
"WWWWWWAA AAUUNNGG GGHHHHAA AANNNN GGHHHHHH!" she shrieked, realizing the combination of cunt-licking and anal-tonguing had given her a totally different kind of climax, something no other man had ever built in her.
Caryn was incredulously staring, unable to believe what she was seeing. The man was actually shoving his tongue into Joyce's asshole, and afterward he would expect both Joyce and herself to kiss him. He had to be mad!
To Joyce she felt the ultimate in sensation. It was so unreal, so inconceivable, she was unable to accept the fact that it was actually happening to her. She clamped her mouth shut, tasting his oils, and that was when it occurred to her how much she missed sucking on his cock.
"Steve," Joyce gasped. "Let me suck your cock! Turn around! Let me suck on it while you keep on licking my cunt! Hurry! I have to have it!"
Steve, hearing what the lovely woman had to say, didn't have to be told a second time. With his face still buried in the deep den between Joyce's thighs, his tongue alternating between her rosebud-like asshole and her swampy pussy, he slowly slid around until he had one thigh on each side of her lovely face. Joyce instantly curled her fingers around the massive length of his shuddering penis. She opened her mouth wide, shaping her lips into a ribboned oval, and she sucked the hard, throbbing penis all the way into her mouth, pulling the head right into her throat. Her nose pressed itself into the heavy mass of his testicles, and she inhaled deeply, her body thrilling to the arousing masculine scent of him.
She was in a hurry, and as a result sucked too much of the weighty cock into her gullet too quickly. Suddenly she was gagging and choking. She tugged her head back just enough to catch her breath, inhaled, then began earnestly sucking and pulling on the throbbing penile length. The heady spice of his seeping lubricant aroused Joyce that much more, and she tightened her lips sensually massaging the solid penis that much more while her hands moved to the weight of his testicles. She tugged the scrotal flesh away from her nose so she was able to breathe. Then she felt the massive spike start pumping in and out of her mouth again. It kept time with the way his lashing tongue was probing into the wet center of her vagina and the tight pucker of her anus.
Now she became aware of the thrilling sensation starting to build in her shuddering body, the start of an orgasm that would be far bigger than the previous one. His mouth was now concentrating solely on her vagina, but one of his forefingers was gently worming its way into the narrow tightness of lier anal tunnel. A half hour ago she would have bellowed out her indignation at his doing something like this. Now she knew better. Now it all felt so good-so wonderful.
"Ummm . . . " she sighed, the swollen thickness of his cock filling her mouth that much more completely.
Caryn, seeing what Steve was doing with his finger to Joyce's rear-end, became aware of the sensuous sensations in the rectum. Watching all this assured her there would be no reason for her to be surprised no matter what he did to her.
The orgasm was there, and Joyce, her mouth crammed with cock, gagged out, "GGGGLLL UUUUUGGFCCHHHH HHNNNNGGHH!"
Her body wriggled and squirmed unendingly, suddenly aware that this orgasm was only the first of many waiting to come out of her. Her mouth continued strongly nursing on the pulsing length of malebone as if sucking marrow from it. Her beautiful cheeks hollowed obscenely and her flat belly rose and fell very rapidly.
Having had two fantastic orgasms in addition to the smaller ones she had enjoyed, she wanted Steve to come. It was the first time in her life she ever cared about doing something for her male partner. She knew he was going to make her come again, but she felt selfish. She wanted to give total pleasure to this man who had forced rapture on her. She wanted that ultimate sensation of semen shooting down her throat. God! Hurry!
Caryn stared, amazed at the rapid way Joyce's lips worked on the throbbing length of meaty phallus, moving along most of its length then sliding back until only the head was left in her mouth.
Finally it came to an end. Steve simply lay back on the bed and Joyce remained on top of him, her cunt pressed against his face, her mouth filled with his shrunken cock and now his balls as well.
Caryn sat there, herself unable to move, oils from her own pussy seeping down her thighs, thighs she'd had the good sense not to cover with pantyhose again, though she did have her panties on. What she had seen was almost as arousing as being with the man herself. But that almost didn't count.
She was his slave as surely as Joyce was, and though she had no doubt from time to time the two of them would think about getting away from him, even talking about it, in the long run they would do nothing. Freedom was a precious gift only when a man knew what to do with it. To begin with, she wasn't a man, and secondly, she realized that while free all her life, she had also been unhappy. For some people it was better to be tied to someone than to be free, even if it meant being that someone's slave. Even if it meant sharing him with someone else.
After a while, Joyce rolled off Steve. He got up, went to the bathroom, and turned on the shower. He invited both women in to shower with him, and both gladly accepted his invitation. When they emerged, he had the two of them towel him dry, after which he made them dry off one another, letting them know he was still king in this castle, and they were still slaves. Then he went to bed, insisting each sleep in her own bedroom that night and get used to the different bed.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The following morning, Caryn awoke at six thirty, and after a long, hot shower, she noticed both Joyce and Steve were still fast asleep. She decided this might be a good time to look through the house for all the copies of the pictures he had taken of those records. There were also those records he claimed to have sent to various friends, who would mail them out if anything happened to him. But it was just possible he had a notebook or something listing the names and addresses of those friends. If she were able to get her hands on such a record and make a copy of the names and addresses, and quietly find some way to take those photos away from these people, then, after destroying all the copies he had here, in the house, she'd be able to free herself of him.
The funny thing was, Caryn liked being with him now that she knew him. She liked being dominated by him-to an extent. But she wanted the domination to be a friendly type of thing rather than the kind of relationship they presently shared, where he had total control over her and she wasn't able to resist.
Silently she went into the living room and began looking through the drawers in the lamp tables. Nothing! She went into the dining room and checked through the large breakfront, carefully going through the drawers and then putting everything neatly back. Still nothing.
In the kitchen she found his personal phone book, and opening it, she found the names and addresses of more than a hundred people. Half of them lived out of the state, and if he'd sent the photos to any of those people, she would find it virtually impossible to retrieve them. Still, she had to try something. She wasn't even sure if any of these people were the ones to whom he had sent the photos.
Common sense told her the smart place to look for the photos would be in his bedroom. It would be the one place in the house he would probably feel to be safe.
Or perhaps it was possible he had things hidden in the attic. There was a small door in the ceiling in the hallway, a pull-down door with stairs attached, and perhaps he'd hidden things up there. It would certainly pay for her to look there.
She was dressed solely in undies and a fluffy blue robe at the moment, and she felt it was too cold to go foraging in the attic right now. Still, she would probably never have a better time.
Returning to her bedroom, she quickly dressed herself in dark blue pants and a blue flannel shirt she owned. Then she put heavy socks on her feet and slipped them into hush puppies. Going into the hallway, she tugged on the string, and the trapdoor in the ceiling came silently swinging down. She was glad he oiled everything so well. Even the heavy springs attached to the door were silent.
Silently climbing into the attic, she found it more comfortable than she had expected. He had vents in the roof which should have made the attic cold, but then she remembered her physics. Hot air rose, and the heat in the house was escaping through the attic even though she noticed the floor of the attic was covered with lots of heavy insulation. He had also glued insulation to the inside of the roof.
She padded around as silently as possible, checking everything in the small attic. It was between the layers of insulation that she found one envelope, and exultant in her victory, she quickly opened it and held the contents up to the light coming in through one of the roof vents. All she saw was one piece of paper, and on it was typing.
You're a foolish little snoop who should realize I wouldn't hide anything of value anywhere in this house. The punishment for looking will be waiting for you when you get downstairs.
Caryn felt herself shaken. He had expected her to look, and he had prepared for it. But perhaps he was still asleep and she might be able to get away with it.
Quickly, she put the paper back in the envelope and slid it between the layers of insulation, then she quietly climbed down from the attic. It was when she swung the trapdoor back up that she saw him standing there wearing pajama pants and nothing else. His hair was tousled, and he looked as if he had just awakened.
"Attic floorboards creak," he told her. "I can always hear anyone in the attic from my bedroom. Any noise above me will wake me up almost immediately."
"Y-you're going to hurt me!" she gasped, backing away from him.
"Pleasantly," he assured her, "and presently. Right now I'm still waking up and it wouldn't do to punish you until we'd awakened Joyce, too. After all, she has to be made aware she'll suffer a similar punishment if I catch her trying to look for a way out of this. Face it, Caryn, you're stuck, whether you like it or not. You're stuck with me, and you'll be stuck on me, not to mention being stuck by me. Go into the kitchen and make coffee."
Terrified, she went to the kitchen and filled the coffee pot with water and fresh coffee. Then she put it on the stove, and some minutes later, it was perking. She poured coffee into three cups as a yawning Joyce came into the kitchen in front of Steve. Joyce was obviously aggravated at having been awakened so early.
CHAPTER EIGHT
They were in Steve's bedroom, now. Caryn was down to her undies, and Joyce, wearing a furry robe of her own, was sitting in the chair in which Caryn had been sitting the night before.
"This looks like it's going to be fun," Joyce murmured.
"It's a lesson," Steve told her. "You watch and learn, because if I ever catch you trying to find some means of getting away from me, I promise your own lesson will be no less pleasurable, but quite a bit more painful. I keep telling you women, you're both my slaves. You belong to me as surely as my car, my home, and everything else I own. As far as the government is concerned, you're still independent, you still earn money, and you'll still pay taxes. Any money you do earn is yours, except for what you'll both be chipping in to pay for household food and such. The rest of the money you'll keep in see-through banks I'll provide for the pair of you, or in bank accounts. The see-through piggy banks is to let me see that all the money you earn not going into the bank isn't being hoarded so you can buy a plane ticket or a bus ticket and take off for places unknown. When we go out, you can take your money and buy clothing or anything else that pleases you. But otherwise, I don't want either of you with a cent.
You're basically a kind-hearted guy."
"Alas, too true," he nodded.
"I don't know what's going on in your mind," Caryn said, "but I do know I'm afraid. Just when I'm certain you can't do anything more or different to us, you go ahead and prove me wrong. I suppose you're going to make me do what you forced Joyce to do last night."
"I'm much more inventive than that," he smiled.
"Oh God! Please, give me my clothing and let me go," she begged, terrified that he was able to perform so many outrages on both Joyce and herself.
"Sure," he nodded. "You put on your coat, pack your clothes, and go ahead and leave. Naturally, I'll have to see to it those pictures go to the board of directors in the bank."
The thought of the board of directors knowing she was someone who consistently made expensive mistakes, even if they were correctable and not done on purpose, was too much for her to bear. She had worked for the Traveler's National Bank for almost ten years now, and she was going to stay with them the rest of her life, if possible. All she wanted was security, since she had long ago given up on the idea of a mart of her own. Funny, but in a way, with Steve, that was precisely what she had-a man of her own, even if she was sharing him. But this was an unhealthy relationship as far as she was concerned. The power he was exercising over her let her know it was the only relationship she would ever have.
"You're not going anywhere Caryn," he smirked. You know damn well things have to be my way. There just isn't any alternative."
As he chanted on, Steve let one of his hands slither along Caryn's meaty thigh, moving toward her panties. He slid under a leg band with a finger and foraged into the forest of damp pubic curls. The finger massaged her pink labia, making her jump.
Caryn wanted to pull away, but she knew to do so would make the man angry. His anger would only result in her getting hurt all over again, hurt even more than the way in which he was planning to deliberately hurt her. The smartest thing would be for her to remain absolutely still and not let him demean her more than was necessary.
His voice was soft, his words serving to remind her once again how much she was in his power. The words hurt her even if they weren't vicious, four-letter words. She was standing near his bedroom window, the shade pulled down, her body relaxed because whatever resistance she'd been feeling had been sapped by him with the reminder of the fact that he still had those photos.
Her mind was spinning. Last night she had been envious of Joyce, seeing the way she had been made to suck the man's cock and then had her cunt lapped. Caryn had wanted to feel all these things. But now she knew she was frightened. Whenever he came on strong the desire she had previously been feeling gave way to fear. Each time she, herself, actually had the opportunity to enjoy sex, she became afraid. Oh, he had taught her to enjoy what he'd done to her, all right. But he had given her the promised pain, as well. Now he was promising her more pain, and she knew he would keep his word.
She was aware of more than one finger now softly stroking the pouting outer lips of her succulent cunt. His fingers were titillating her, making her hotter than the proverbial two dollar pistol. God! He had warned her of pain, and she knew it would happen, but her body was already succumbing to the nice feeling he was building in her merely by touching her vagina. Salacious thoughts continued filling her mind, but she was aware that without her wanting them to, her juicy thighs were parting, opening a bit wider. He was breathing in her ear, telling her how hot she was, how desirable he found her, and how he was going to enjoy punishing her for trying to escape from him. There was no escape, no escape! She had to learn that. His lips pulled at her earlobe, and a streak of heated desire blistered through her entire body. In spite of her fears, even though she was afraid of the pain he had promised her, she was being aroused.
What was happening to her? Yesterday, before coming into this house, she had been a sane, sensible thirty-two-year old woman with enough brains to keep herself under control. But ever since coming here, being overcome by him the first time, watching what he had done to Joyce, she was almost like helpless clay in his hands. Was she insane? Her mind was spinning with wildly conflicting impulses. She was horrified of this man. Aroused and delighted by the licentiousness of everything, she was terrified at his touch. Yes, that was it! His touch! Watching him with Joyce, she had been aroused because he had not been touching her. Seeing the action taking place, smelling the smells of sex, she had been on fire with desire. But now that he was touching her again, all the old fears had returned.
But in spite of being afraid of him, her fear of what he would do if she ran out was even greater. The mere idea of seeing ten years of hard work go down the drain because of stupid mistakes was too much for her to bear. More important than her body and the way she lived was her success in the business world. Perhaps if she'd had another life when she came home, if there had been someone waiting for her, someone to stand by her against Steve, she would have faced up to him. But she had been alone, and if Steve was a monster, at least he was a benevolent monster of sorts. Though he abused her and abused Joyce, the two of them were his, and she knew if anyone else tried putting hands on them without his say-so, he would have been a raging tiger in their defense.
Steve's fingers were continuing their skillful caress of her defenseless labia. His hot breath continued pouring into her ear as he nibbled on her lobe. Though the heat was like an inferno to her, the pressure of his breath seemed to arouse her even more. In the searing depths of her trembling belly she felt an anguished fire building similar to the fire he had built there the previous evening. He seemed to know how to touch her and arouse her so specifically, she was helpless to resist him. It made her wonder if any other man was capable of arousing her the same way. Heat oozed through her constricted blood vessels, making her wriggle and squirm all the more as she felt the heat build to overpowering proportions.
With his other hand, Steve began to once again stroke the fullness of her large, round, heavy buttocks.
"Please," Caryn whimpered. "Don't hurt me, Steve. Don't hurt me. I'll do anything you say, anything. I'll cook, clean, shine your shoes, do the laundry, let you fuck me any way that pleases you, but just don't hurt me."
She was blubbering, struggling to tear his fingers away from her groin and her body. Tears poured heavily down her cheeks.
"Pain is the only way to keep you ladies in line," Steve replied. "Pleasure is the way to make sure you remain in line once you've been taught a lesson. Behave, and you won't feel pain in the future. But I've already promised some to you, and so I have to keep my word."
No longer patient, the man hurriedly undid her brassiere and pulled it from her body. Then he all but ripped her panties away. Her actions the previous evening had made her perspire more heavily than she had believed, and she was already four pounds lighter.
In days to come, continuing heavy perspiration, coupled with a light appetite, would make Caryn lose twenty pounds and she would soon develop a trim, svelte figure.
Because he'd had to undo her brassiere snaps, pulling it from her shoulders, he'd had to spin her around. At the moment she was heavily sobbing with her face pressed against the window shade. He motioned to
Joyce to smooth out the sheets on his bed. Joyce, knowing nothing was going to happen to her, simply smiled and obeyed. As far as she was concerned, it was going to be a pleasure watching Caryn get hers after Caryn had watched her the previous evening. As far as Joyce was concerned, what had taken place earlier, when she had sneaked back to see Caryn's defloration, didn't count because Caryn hadn't known she, Joyce, had been there. But this time Caryn knew.
Once the bed was ready, Joyce stepped back and sat in the chair. Steve grabbed Caryn's arm and hurled her onto the bed, her short auburn hair flying as she stumbled and fell, face down on the bed. She realized the position in which she lay and it brought to mind the dogstyle way he had deflowered her the previous evening. She tried turning over, but he was already seated on the edge of the bed, jamming his hand into her heatedly slick vestibule, his long middle finger reaching out and touching her quivering, expectant clitoris, while his thumb slid between the cheeks of her ass and dug into her anus. His fingers rubbed back and forth, moving through her slushiness, and she realized that in spite of the fear within her, she was already sexually on fire. Gooey slickness poured from her feminine gash, and Steve smiled, well aware of the automatic response he was getting from her cunt.
Now completely defenseless as well as naked, lying helplessly on the wide bed, her lovely large white ass-cheeks completely exposed to his manipulations as he always wanted them to be, Caryn realized once again there was nothing in the world she would be able to do to resist him. At one point she wriggled, hoping she might be able to somehow or other slide away from the man, but Steve pressed the weight of his arm on her thigh, holding her in place.
"Let's cut that out, honey," he told her. "One thing you have to understand is, if I want it, you do it. No ifs, ands, or buts."
He was kneeling on the bed behind her, gripping her hips firmly, making Caryn more and more aware of her helplessness and the slavish position she and Joyce had in this household. She wanted to respond to him, to love him, to let him make love to her, but she hated the way he continually flaunted his dominance. He was crushing her spirit, and she was more aware than ever that she had to do as he insisted, yielding to his perverse desires and bearing up under them rather than learning to enjoy them in order to give him that much more pleasure.
He was closer to her now, his dark face hovering over the rounded swells of her buttocks. His fingers continued squeezing the gluteal globes, while his other hand ran up and down the long trestle of her backbone. His fingertips stopped at each vertebra, pressing, not causing pain, but letting her know he was capable of doing so. He was boss, and she was to understand this at all times. Breath came gasping from her lungs each time he pressed, and her swaying asscheeks rotated a little higher in the air behind her. Once more his hand pressed against her head, pushing her face into the pillow as his other hand slid under her to caress the pulsating lips of her open vagina. His probing fingers manipulated her erect little clitoris over and over, rubbing it until the sensuousness was almost too much for her to bear. He kept on tantalizing the little stem, and as a result bolts of pleasure moved wildly through Caryn's body, the kind of pleasure she had been aching to feel since watching him with Joyce.
"Oh Goddduhhh.. . " she gasped, closing her mind to the wickedness of it all, caring only about the thrilling sensations she was once more feeling. "Yesss . . . " she hissed out loud, letting him know his control over her was once again firm as one sensation of lust after another shot through her. Her upraised asscheeks felt so helpless and unprotected, making her aware how absorbed he was in his desire to enjoy the fullness of them. Each time his hands squeezed them, she tried to clench them together, thinking how sick it was for a man to have a fetish about her buttocks when the womanly cunt of her cried out for his attention.
"Suppose you just relax a little," he insisted, his soft, overpowering voice almost sneering at her, his palms flattening themselves against the twin globes of her upraised buttocks.
His hands took turns bouncing off her gluteal mounds, slapping them, not hard, but just enough to send erotic desire sizzling all the more strongly through her. His thumbs began peeling her asscheeks apart, spreading them wide, stretching the tiny puckered brown star they hid until the helpless Caryn thought the clenching sphincter would rip apart. She felt his eyes staring at the little crinkled brown circle of her rectal opening, nestled as it was between the firm, but fatty globes of her very cushioned ass. His eyes drifted lower to stare at the tempting pink crevice of her lovely vagina, a vagina he had already plundered once. The deeper red of her upstanding clitoris, as it peeped from between the folds of her inner labia, seemed to thrill him even more. He licked his lips as his gaze remained on the coral center of her, surrounded as it was by her sparse auburn fur.
His nostrils twitched, picking up the faint, delicately aromatic natural scent issued by her vagina. His nostrils widened as he deeply inhaled the thrillingly arousing aroma of her feminine fragrance. He leaned his head forward, his tongue extended, a tongue which, Caryn had remembered from the previous night when he had lapped Joyce, had seemed unaccountably long, and he used the tip of it to tease the exposed nubbin of her clitoris, washing over the sensuous button continually, causing her to twitch from side to side.
Caryn felt a series of uncontrolled Shockwaves blistering through her quivering body, aching for him to continue, wanting to feel more and more of what he was doing. It was the first time a tongue had touched her cunt, and it felt even more delightful than she had imagined when seeing him lap Joyce's pussy. She was unable to stay still, and as a result, rotated her buttocks from side to side. His fingers sank themselves deep into her ass-flesh, doing their best to keep her firmly in place as his tongue continued madly lapping at her clitoris. It made Caryn that much more aware of how helpless she was in this man's hands, but since she was enjoying so much what he was doing, she allowed herself the luxury of relaxing for an instant as she wantonly submitted to his continually lascivious lapping.
She sucked in her breath and moaned very suddenly out loud when the man's probing tongue slid back and delved into the tiny little pink tunnel that was her vaginal orifice. The oral organ burrowed deeply into the heatedly sopping feminine cavern. Then his tongue slurped its way out, licking along her tiny perineum and touching her sphincter muscle. Caryn jumped as electric sparks shot helplessly through her shuddering anal tunnel. Sparks blasted through her. Then his tongue hastily returned to her vaginal opening, only this time the tip didn't bury itself inside. This time he used his teeth, nibbling at the tender edge of her inner vaginal lips as he pressed his long chin against her clitoris, rubbing up and down, creating a maddening friction while his nose massaged the little anal dimple. From his throat she heard gutturally growling sounds as his tongue once again licked into the tight little rectal opening, pushing as far in as possible and sending chilling Shockwaves running the length of her quaking spine.
She had been a virgin when he had fucked her the previous evening, and he was more certain than ever Caryn was a virgin in just about every other respect. His were probably the first hands to touch her breasts, just as his was the first mouth to suck her cunt and lick her asshole. It was a pleasure breaking in a woman to his way of fucking in every respect. With Joyce he would have to re-train, but Caryn's purity allowed him to teach her the right way from the beginning and the right way to please him would also prove to be the right way for her. He knew how much pleasure there was in giving as well as receiving. Caryn would probably discover this before Joyce in spite of the fact, say rather because of the fact that Joyce was more experienced when it came to sex.
But both women had to learn once and for all that he was the supreme being in this household, the household where the three of them would be living out the rest of their lives. There was nothing he'd be able to do from stopping the women from meeting other men while at work, and he would even allow them freedom to go out with these men. In fact, he wanted the both of them to go out with other men, and even to fuck for them. The important thing was to make them understand just how good he really was, and as a result have them return to him of their own volition, willingly being his slave, since in slavery to him there would be total happiness for all of them.
One of the things they had to learn was to accept punishment from him. Not only to accept it, but actually look forward to it. They had to understand that any pain Steve dealt to them would only lead to that much greater pleasure.
His eyes were firmly locked in depraved fascination on the tiny little puckered brown anal hole contracting before his wide-open eyes. He licked his lips as he stared at it and decided this time her asshole would have the benefit of his cock.
Joyce, seeing where his eyes were staring, felt herself squirm in her chair. She knew what he was intent on doing, and she thanked God he wasn't doing that to her. That was one depravity she had no intention of accepting. If there was no certain way out of here at present, she would do anything and everything in her power to keep him temporarily happy, if only so that he wouldn't sodomize her. Oh she still intended to somehow or other make good her escape from him, though she had no idea when or how. But for the moment she would obey him. Even though her tongue licked her lips at the thought of the way he had forced her to suck his cock, she didn't like the idea of anal penetration no matter how much Caryn wiggled whenever he put his tongue down there.
He was unbelting his pajama pants, and he tugged them down to his knees, revealing once again the full extent of his thickly throbbing lance of cock. The sight of it made Joyce immediately salivate, and she understood how hooked she was on it. It was a monster of a cock, all right. She was certain Caryn was aware how titanic the organ was, but not even Caryn knew how much bigger it was than most penises. Since her divorce, Joyce had been to bed with more than a dozen men, most of whom had carnally satisfied her. But not one of them was built nearly as long or as thick as Steve Blaze.
Caryn was totally unaware of what it was Steve had in mind. Her face was pressed into the pillow beneath, and even when he rubbed the penile head between her thighs she thought him intent on fucking her the same way he had fucked her the previous night. He rubbed the swollen tip between her pillarly columns repeatedly, enjoying the softness of her chunky thighs, moving the thick, purple point up and down while his hands stroked the stem a little, making it loner, thicker, and harder than ever before. It seemingly swelled to even greater massivity than Joyce had remembered, and she felt a tinge of jealousy for the moment, watching the glowing purple head turn an even brighter magenta as it pressed against her perineum, less than an inch from her anal opening.
Flecks of sputum dribbled from Steve's mouth as he stared at her buttocks. God! He had fucked one or two other willing housewives in their rectums, and they had loved it. But their asses had obviously been used by their husband first, and so they'd really had no reason to object when he's "canned" them. But this was his first time with an ass as virgin as the cunt below had been the previous night. He was going to really enjoy breaking in this anal cherry. He drooled as he lowered his mouth, letting his licking tongue play over her rectal pout repeatedly, his dribbling sliding into the tight little opening, wetting it completely.
The thrills shooting through her had driven Caryn wild with desire, and she still had no idea what it was he intended. Where yesterday at this time she would have been numb with terror, or at the very least on the verge of hysteria, she was presently none of these. Her body was stimulated and aroused even more because of what he was doing and because of the knowledge that he was able to bring her to conclusions the like of which were unbelievable. This time, even with her cunt on fire, she knew the basic stimulation was taking place in the narrowness of her squeezing rectum. His tongue was starting to drive her out of her mind as she squirmed and writhed. It occurred to her how insane she had to be to enjoy being raped again, but at this moment she wanted nothing else.
Her sleeping conscience popped awake every now and again, seeping into a corner of her mind as if hoping the man would do what he had to and get it over with as quickly as possible. But the rest of her was subject to his rapacious lapping, charging her up as nothing before had previously done. She'd never had a hand or a tongue on her cunt prior to last night, and now she was feeling both on her anal opening, as well. Her body was deeply absorbing these sensations, soaking them up as a sponge would suck in water. God! She was aflame as never before, and she had no idea what was needed to put out the fire or thought she had no idea unless he was going to dog-fuck her as he had the previous night. Then she jumped as she realized she was feeling manual penetration, but not where she had expected it. A finger was pushing into the tight little opening of her asshole.
Steve's eyes were now bulging with excitement as well as desire as he stared at the wa his prodding forefinger pushed experimentally against the tight little rubbery crinkle nestled in the split between the full moons of her asscheeks. Moons! They were more like gigantic suns. His heavy balls, once again swollen with sperm, were aching and vibrating to be emptied. He ached to probe into her narrow little ass-tunnel with his long, hard cock, sinking into the deepest reaches of her anal passageway. It took all his willpower to keep himself under control. He really wanted to fuck this ass of all asses. He wanted to thoroughly and wantonly enjoy every last little moment of the way he would once again subjugate her. These snotty women who always thought themselves too good for him were aggravating, and he was going to prove once and for all how much better he was for them than the tall, handsome men they always longed for-men who usually took steroids and as a result had genitals that were shrunken in size, matching the abilities of their users. Hell! By now, he knew he had the best working cock in all of Bellwin. Half the married female population had assured him of that. He'd had enough practice to know his was as perfect as any cock was going to be.
"Just relax," he whispered to Caryn. "Keep those thighs apart and those lovely asscheeks raised up nice and high."
Caryn shuddered, aware he was once again about to penetrate her, though she was certain he was intent on going into her cunt again. Had she known he was going to plunge into her rectum, she would have started her struggles and her screaming a whole lot earlier. As it was, when she felt him moving closer, she automatically reacted by doing her best to try and crawl away from him. Oh she wanted to be fucked, all right, but it was a natural reaction for her to try and pull away. Her knees rubbed against the covers as she moved forward, but she no longer felt humiliated or debased in this position, in spite of the fact that she knew Joyce was watching all this. She simply wanted his cock buried inside her cunt so the wonderful delights she had experienced the previous night would begin all over again.
She gasped as she felt his forefinger probe a little more deeply into the tightness of her puckered anus. The sensational contact caused chills to shiver their way through her, making her recoil. His other hand kneaded the flaps of her tenderly swollen vaginal labia, feeling the wetness seep out of her, and then he pushed his fingertip into her ass all the way, sinking it to the palm of his hand.
"Uuuunn nnnngggggggg gghhhhhh hh!" she gasped, quaking. "Steve . . . aa aaannnnnnnn hh . . . what the hell are.. . uu uuuuuu nnnnhhhh.. . dooooii iiiiiiii nn-nnnng . . you're hurting me!"
She was shrieking out loud as she felt the full force of the finger fill her narrow little rectal tunnel. Her ass wiggled this way and that, and Steve smiled as the gelatinous globes wobbled in front of his staring eyes.
"My God!" she cried out. "That hurts!"
She felt as if her ultra-sensitive rectal tunnel was aflame with agony. It was as if Steve had suddenly pushed a white-hot searing poker into her narrow rear. She clamped her buttocks tightly shut around the delving finger, her asscheeks still wildly jerking from side to side in a maddening attempt to try and uncork the violating finger. But it was all to no avail.
His thickly probing forefinger was buried to the limit inside her tightly closed anal tunnel, and no matter what she did she was unable to get him out of her. Her insane gyrations seemed to tug the finger that much deeper into her, inflaming her virginal ass-way that much more.
"Ohhh . . . no more!" she pleaded. "It hurts too much, please . . . ohhh . . . please . . . take it out.. . it hurrrrts," she wept aloud, her face a study in agonized anguish.
But the lascivious man's probing finger only pushed that much more deeply and that much harder. Her refusal to accept what he was doing made him smile with a savage enjoyment, knowing when he finally did have her broken in, she would be precisely what he wanted. He pulled his finger back to the second knuckle for a moment, and Caryn writhed, thinking she was about to "defecate" his finger from her rectum. But he pushed it right back in again, once more sinking the full length of it into her, feeling her wiggle like a hooked fish.
Her head slammed into the pillow beneath repeatedly, trying to nullify the tormenting pain as it ran violently up her spine from the center of her tortured rectum. The finger remained in there, a totally unnatural intruder, and she squeezed her body, doing her best to eliminate it, and not really succeeding.
Slowly the zealous man moved his probing finger in and out of the narrow confines of her rubbery rectal tube. To Caryn, it was as if her rear passage had been tortured beyond endurance and she was perspiring all the more heavily. Before the day was out, she would lose yet another three pounds in excess water, and her soft flesh would already be starting to firm.
The other meaty hand of the anxiously aroused man behind Caryn slipped around the front of her heavy right thigh and moved into the seething, bubbling center of her tantalizing vagina. He began massaging the tingling clitoris, building a series of confused feelings in the lovely woman's body. For Caryn had changed immeasurably in the past twelve hours. Where she had been merely attractive to look at earlier, she was now more than a little pretty, as if sexual contact had brought out the radiance in her.
Steve stroked and caressed her dribbling pussylips. As a result she squirmed and wriggled, causing her rounded buttocks to rotate all the more swiftly around the invading forefinger.
Caryn's entire inner body was once again engulfed in charged feelings. In the beginning the feeling had been agonizing, but as the moments hurriedly passed, the pain slowly began fading, and in its place there was a new, tickling, arousing sensation the like of which she had experienced when he had probed her cunt. But the weird tinglings were building in her ass rather than her cunt, shooting to the top of her spine and down to the tips of her toes, making her clench them. Because she was totally naked, Caryn made it obvious to Joyce how much she was enjoying this by the way her hands gripped the covers and her toes pressed against her feet.
Little by little Caryn was aware of the susceptivity of herself to the way he was plunging his finger into her again and again. From an agonized and unbearable burden it had become a likable feeling. As the thrills continued enhancing themselves within her, she found herself wanting more, and he seemingly obliged. He forced a second finger into her tightly narrow rectum. At first it hurt her all over again, but not nearly as much as when he had first pushed his forefinger back there. Just as certainly she felt the pain fading, this time more quickly than before, and more arousing heat began building up in the flooded center of her nerve-wracked rectum. She wasn't able to understand why the thrilling charges in her rectum were transmitting themselves to her vagina. She rotated her buttocks around the impressing pair of delving fingers, feeling the strangest, hottest sensation yet. Then, abruptly, just like that, he yanked his two fingers from the depths of her rectal container.
Caryn's ass continued its gyrations for a moment, thinking his fingers would once again return. A whole series of jarring sensations were running through her nervous system, and now that his fingers were gone the feelings were starting to lessen. What was he doing to her? The torture of his finger-withdrawal seemed even worse than the initial pain he had caused her.
Caryn gasped, feeling his heavy palms on her asscheeks, pressing down, one on each bun, slowly but surely pulling the two rounded orbs apart until the buttocks were widely spread as far as was possible. That was when she felt the thick knobbiness of his thickly swollen cock pressing against her rectal opening. The hugely swollen, widely distended phallic probe was unbelievably thick and weighty as it pressed against the tiny aperture, and she trembled, thinking of the strength Steve would use to ram the organ into her narrowness.
The man was now staring down at the rich purple tip of his throbbing erection, seeing the way the head glistened with its own lubrication. His hands continued outwardly stroking the soft white wobbliness of her asscheeks, enjoying the way they humbly stretched before him, enjoying the feeling of total and utter vulnerability on her part. She was completely in his power, and her bowed position merely lent even more credence to the fact, just as Joyce was totally in his power. The idea of controlling two women at once was delightful. He wondered if he was capable of bringing a third, or even a fourth woman into the fold, but then it occurred to him that he had just so much stamina. Besides, half the fun was in dominating two women who had previously believed themselves too good for him. There would be no pleasure in trying to control women who had done him no harm, or for that matter in playing around with other men's wives now that he had two women of his own.
Both were extremely attractive in their own way, and in time would come to be beautiful. Sex, properly administered, brought out the best in all women, and it was obvious neither of these women had had the best brought out in her previously.
In spite of the fact that Caryn was thirty-two, she was a naive ass an early teenager. He had fucked no one physically younger than Joyce who was ten years younger than Caryn, but there was something extremely pleasurable about enjoying a woman like Caryn, so totally unknowing at her age, so innocent. Her first starting to learn was what he was enjoying the most. In fact, though Joyce was experienced in missionary fucking, when it came to all other things-she was just as naive as Caryn. Though she obviously had enjoyed sexual bouts aplenty since her divorce, he was going to teach her the glories of "imagine fucking."
He stared down at the full, white ass belonging to
Caryn, a nice middle-American woman who had been obviously brought up in total sexual ignorance. She obviously came from a family who believed sex was something people indulged in merely for procreation, taking place only after marriage, and then either to please the husband or to torment the wife, in a closed, dark bedroom, the bodies hidden under the covers. Most of these middle-class Americans never indulged in the finer aspects of sexual intercourse such as cunnilingus, fellatio or sodomizing. It was too disgusting to their middle-class tastes. It seemed the wealthier one was, the more one seemed to know about sex, because the more time one had for a liberal sex education. He, himself, though never wealthy, had been able to take the time to learn all about the different aspects of sex because he wasn't married, and though he made a mediocre salary, most of the money was not thrown away to the Arabs on home-heating oil or electricity that had to be generated by a power plant that was fed with Arab oil.
Now was the time to bury the full lance of his throbbing cock in the narrow tightness of her virginal asshole. He pressed the bloated cock point against the tightly squeezing narrow opening, now almost back to its original tiny size since the removal of his fingers. Making certain he was pressing against the right spot, he gripped her tantalizingly wide hips and tugged them back as he thrust his own thighs forward, ramming into her asshole with all the power he had in him, as if to show his mockery for her former middle-class morality.
The head of his thrusting cock pushed, straining the tightness of her tortured sphincter beyond endurance as he rammed even harder.
"Eeeeyyiiyyaaghhh!" she shrieked, helplessly bent forward as she felt the strong "POP" caused by the knob of his thrusting cock pushing past her sphincter.
Joyce jumped in her seat, perspiring profusely, terrified by what she was seeing, aware he would find some excuse to eventually do this to her. But to run from here meant dismissal from her job, at the very least, and prison, at the worst. God! She hoped she would have the courage to withstand all this.
For Caryn, there was even more torment now, completely overpowering the residue of thrills she had felt when his fingers had probed into the center of her rectum. He was slamming forward and the swollen tip continued pushing until the sphincter had widened enough to surround the coronal rim. Her cringing rectum struggled to pull away from him, but his grip was far too strong. It was no use. As far as Caryn was concerned, it seemed as if this time Steve was determined to tear her insides out, possibly reaching all the way up into her heart and stabbing her with his cock by way of her bowels. Terror-filled moans continued issuing from her mouth as she thrashed about like a gaffed shark, hoping to somehow or other escape further cruelty. But her movement only served to plunge his penile length into her that much more deeply.
Still clinging fastidiously to her shuddering body, the man began steaming forward, thrusting the thickness of his massive cock even deeper into the tenderness of her clinging anal depths. He felt her softly yielding feminine form trembling around the massive length of hard cock he had buried inside her. His fingers, like claws, gripped her buttocks to hold them still with the intent of keeping them from trembling. Christ! How he loved that soft ass-flesh!
At this moment Caryn's mind had emptied itself of all thought. She didn't dare allow herself to think in any way, aware for the moment of nothing other than the pulsating pain throbbing through the tightness of her narrow rectal corridor. There was a building of other sensations as well, but the pain still overrode everything. Even the knowledge that she was doing this in order to get that longed-for promotion at the bank was lost right now, swallowed up by the agony she was constantly feeling. Tears rained down her cheeks onto the pillow beneath.
Steve thrust a bit harder, and Caryn jumped a little, feeling the probing organ sink even deeper into her, and then the head was jamming itself into her colon, making her aware he was all the way in. He was able to go no further, and that much, if nothing else, was a blessing.
With the knowledge of the man's being totally buried in her narrow rectum came a sense of calm, and as a result, Caryn, without realizing it, began to relax. The strain of her opened hole was no longer pressing around the probe buried in her, and as a result the overpowering pain was hurriedly beginning to fade as swiftly as the pain had worn away when he had sunk his second finger into her tight asshole.
Caryn didn't know what to believe any longer. Was it pain or pleasure? First pain, then pleasure, then more pain, now building pleasure again as the pain started fading. The rapture building in her rectal tunnel was really something as his cock rubbed sensitive nerve-endings within, nerve-endings she had been totally unaware of, until now.
"Don't hurt me anymore," she whimperingly begged, hoping to finally end all this, because if it continued, she might become addicted to pain as well as pleasure, and it would mean his having to hurt her before pleasing her each time. On yes, she was finally reconciled to many more fucking sessions with this man.
Her sobbing pleas made him that much bolder, and her smirkingly said to her, "Be patient, Caryn. The pain is finished. It's finished once and for all, unless you misbehave again. When you learn to suck my cock the way Joyce has done, you'll find no pain whatsoever. Just behave from now on, and you'll see how capable I am of bringin' you total delight. I have more stamina than most men, and so you'll find me a more than adequate lover, even for the two of you. You know, you should thank me instead of crying. We're going to have lots of good times together, the three of us. Sex is a cure-all for so many problems the human bodies have. A lot of intercourse not only keeps adrenalin flowing, but insulin as well, to stave off diabetes. On top of that, it keeps the natural cortisone in the body flowing and so prevents arthritic attacks. It's healthy exercise for the heart, and it keeps the blood moving through the blood vessels to prevent a build-up of fatty deposits in arteries, thereby helping to stave off strokes. What you girls don't realize is that I've not only saved you from the stress and strain of an ordinary hum-drum existence, but what I'm doing is going to keep you physically fit, healthy, and alive to a ripe-old age.
He smiled a leering smile at Joyce, who was still watching all this with a sense of foreboding, and then he began his hard, almost savage driving movement into Caryn's rectum with his throbbing cock. Caryn had the feeling his penis was sawing into her flesh and slicing her down the middle, but with the passage of seconds, his cock moved not only faster in her rectum, but with greater ease as her tunnel widened even more. Where she had been terrified of his sword-like cock slicing her interior to fleshy shreds, all she now felt was smooth movement as the lubrication seeping from his penis seemed to make the way that much easier. Her aching buttocks throbbed, but no longer with pain. From this point on it was all an unexplainable feeling of rapturously ecstatic thrills.
He reared back, tugging his penis all the way to the entrance of her narrow rectum, the corona trapped inside by her sphincter, and then he slammed forward all over again, ramming it to the bloated hilt into the tightly narrow, constricting channel of her squeezing rectal interior. In, out, in, out, and each time he crammed the throbbing stave into her, to him it felt as if the thrusting organ was delving all the way into her belly.
Moaning because she was actually enjoying what she was feeling, Caryn was aware of his dangling testicles as they continuously and obscenely whacked against the wetly creamy split of her vagina. The wrinkled skin of the scrotum teased her flaring lips of femininity with their beating, building lascivity in her to new heights.
She remained totally inert for the moment, still on her trembling knees, feeling star-like thrills continuing to fill her rectum as he continually pumped in and out with maddening regularity. His hands continued gripping the tenderness of her wide hips as she became more and more acutely conscious of the thrusting of his alien phallus, filling and re-filling her anal channel, brutally pushing into her swollenly expanding rear egress. The amazing length of his cock literally titillated every nerve-ending in the narrow little passageway of her rectum. Her softly yielding inner flesh was widening, making the containing of his pulsating penis that much more bearable.
Steve stared down at the way his plunging phallic poker continually brutalized the tenderness of her soft white flesh, his eyes widening in rapacious glory because of the way the puckered sphincter clung firmly to the full length of his lancing prong. Delighted beyond words because she had finally accepted his cock into her ass, Steve plunged into her tender tunnel with his full strength. On each forward stroke, the full length of his steaming cock was completely buried in her rectal crevice, and his heavy brown balls were actually wedging themselves between the cheeks of her delightful back globes.
Whatever pain there was contained-slowly fading away, and the lovely girl felt her breath slowly returning to her, and her respiration returned to some degree of normalcy for the moment, though passion was causing it to accelerate in beating again. He pounded again and again into the narrow tightness of her back passage. Thrills abounded as his pulsating penis moved through her, and had Caryn not felt so totally humiliated because he had done all this in front of Joyce, she probably would have displayed her enjoyment of all this that much more. She was a body, a body being used by him because he liked the way she looked, but she wondered if he had any genuine feeling for her as a human being. Odd! For the first time in her life she actually wanted this man to love her, and this in spite of the fact that she had treated him not only with indifference, but with actual dislike during the latter months of their relationship.
Though it was obvious he was no handsomer than he used to be, he definitely appeared more masculine to her, and she felt a strange security being with him, even now, in this horribly embarrassing position. Though she didn't blame him if he didn't love her, she felt sad that she was being touched and aroused by him, for he was making her fall in love with him after all this time. She loved whatever he did to her, pain included, and she even loved the way he humiliated her, for when the pain and the humiliation were over, she felt an overpowering sense of love. It was more than mere animal instinct. Not that she didn't enjoy the fucking. She loved it, but she was just as certain that she wouldn't enjoy it nearly as much should she go out and find another man. There was something so overpoweringly sensual about him in spite of his lack of adonis-like features. As her ass butted and responded to the forward thrusts of Steve's cock, Caryn inwardly prayed he would stop hating her.
Her asscheeks were clamping tightly around the thrusting phallus, thinking to slow it down and intensify the feelings it was building inside her, but it was no use. The cock pumped more and more rapidly, though the salacious flames in her were mounting more and more rapidly. Thrills and delight mounted with her subconscious acceptance of the towering penis continually plundering its way in and out of her rectum again and again. Her tender feminine form felt charged with tens of thousands of volts of sizzling electrical delights each time he plunged his powering penis into her. Continually wanton pleasures kept on constantly mounting in the frothing center of her rectal tunnel. For a while she thought she might be a masochist who was starting to glory in the feel of pain. But as time continued passing, she became aware of the fact that she was feeling no pain whatsoever. Rather there was rapture in her belly, a flooding sensation of wanton sentience. This was the kind of pleasure she had avoided all her life because she had been brought up to believe it was wrong. Perhaps it was wrong, but she was tired of living her life as if in a cloister, where she had to keep herself pure in heart and soul for the possibility of a next world. By now she had come to the conclusion that there might not be a next world, and her life in this world might be wasted.
Imagine feeling this kind of sensation in her rectum. It was overpowering her completely, rippling insanely through her because of the wild and uncontrollable animal-like plunges of the masculine cock filling her back tunnel again and again. She leaned forward, putting more weight on her forearms, letting her huge asscheeks fan out widely, her asshole sucking the probing penis inside with great willingness.
Steve realized Caryn was now totally humbled. He congratulated himself, knowing she was won over to him, because even if she did allow herself a foray with another man, it would make her realize just how much better he really was. All that mattered was Joyce. She was still somewhat rebellious. Even though she had sat through all this, watching silently, it was obvious she still hadn't completely given herself up to him, and she would make one more half-hearted attempt-at least, to get away from him. He had something special waiting for when she did.
After Joyce was humbled, the rest would be easy. If he'd been double-joined, he would have patted himself on the back. Yes, very shortly he'd be able to alternate between Joyce and Caryn with ease, the both of them longing for his cock. There would be times when he would use the two of them together, and he would make certain they enjoyed it as much as when he fucked them singly. Eventually he would introduce them to a little lesbianism, to be tried out when he wasn't around. He wasn't worried about lesbianic habits becoming so strong they would overcome their desire for his cock. Both of these were basically heterosexual women, and as a result would always welcome a cock in preference to one another. But there would be times when he wouldn't be available, and too, there would be times when he wanted them to learn pussy-lapping while being fucked in order to enhance their own feelings that much more.
Thoughts of taking on both women at the same time sent his pulsating phallus plunging that much more madly through the widening rectal tunnel, sinking in until the base of his phallic prod was being nursed by her sphincter and his weighty balls were cradled in the wet slit between her pussylips.
Caryn was gasping, feeling the weighty scrotum tickling the ultra-sensitive lips of her tantalized pussy. She gasped with delight at the feeling of his massive cock plugging her tight anal opening. Then he once again tugged back, allowing only the massive dome of his penis to remain inside. He teased and tantalized her rectal muscles a few moments with his coronal ridge, and then nailed his weighty cock all the way into her one more time.
Totally forgotten now was the complete degradation of this supposedly humiliating position. The licentious sensations to which she was now abandoning herself made Caryn thrill all the more with enjoyment as she felt his steam-hot cock inside her. She rocked her parted buttocks against the plunging knife of his driving cock, slamming her craving asshole solidly against the billy filling it, swallowing up every last millimeter of the organ into the tightly squeezing depths of her crushing anus.
"Aaaahh hh-hh-hh" she sighed, letting the man in back of her hear the rapture in her voice.
"You . . . unnhh . . . seeee . . . " Steve panted. "You finally found the rhythm, honey, now move it!"
"Fuck meee . . . fuck me . . . ooohhhh . . . " she gasped and begged, the lascivious words sounding all the more exciting in her own ears, especially knowing she was the one who was uttering them.
"Fuck, you lovely big-assed lady!" Steve panted, his voice a harsh whisper as he gasped out at her. "Keep on fucking . . . keep those . . . wonderful cheeks . . . moooovinnng. Oh God! You have to have the greatest, tightest, most fantastic ass I've ever fucked," he insisted, sweat pouring out all over his forehead.
The sound of his voice was a whip, making her speed her up-and-down motions, delight charging through her ass because of the way his cock continually sank into her rectal tunnel. She shuddered, thrilled as she had never been thrilled before, and that was when she heard Steve bellow out loud, "Commmmiinng yyyy yyaaaa aannnngggg hhhh!"
Hot swollen rapids of pouring seminal fluid went charging through the tightness of her raw and abused anal temple. Heated flushes of searing wonder and delight washed her tenderly sore inner anal flesh. Her asshole squeezed tightly around his cock, feeling the palpitating ejaculation of his heavy fluid as his pulsating organ continued emptying its overnight load into her body. White seminal blobs filled her interior passageway, and caused delighted suffusion as she derived her own inner sensual pleasure feeling the spurts continue to empty into her ass.
He continued pumping his cock through her rectal causeway even though she was aware it was no longer iron-hard. At first she had no idea why he was bothering to do this, but a moment later felt the tingling at the bottom of her rectal tunnel suddenly swell up and develop into a flaring, full-fledged, thrilling orgasm the like of which she had never believed existed-and certainly not in that particular area of her body. Feeling seemed to literally explode in the tunnel of her narrow rectal fissure causing waves of heatedly dizzying pleasure to charge uncontrollably through her.
"AAAIIYYAAggGGGGUUNNGG GGHH HHOO-HH"
Her body began flailing about insanely, her knees sore from driving into the mattress as she hammered her fists into the pillow into which she had been pressing her head. Her ass continued battering against the base of his deflating cock, still thick though shrinking, as if determined to pull every last drop of sperm from within him.
Then she fell to the bed, his cock slipping from her as semen flooded from her cunt and fell on the sheet below. Just before she fell asleep, she heard him say to Joyce, "When she wakes, change the sheets."
CHAPTER NINE
"Are you telling me you actually liked the way he sodomized you?" Joyce asked Caryn later that afternoon, when Steve had gone out of the house. He had offered to take one of both with him, but it was a cold February day out, and as a result the two women felt it wiser to remain indoors.
"That's exactly what I'm telling you," Caryn smiled. "I never realized what a fantastic man he was. To think, I was carpooling with him for two years and never dreamed of the wonderful things he's capable of making me feel."
"But in the behind!" Joyce gasped.
"It felt good!" Caryn insisted.
Her dress was already starting to fit her a bit loosely, and she realized she was losing weight at a rapid clip. At the moment she was wearing a brown and white dress, no stockings, the same heavy socks she'd had on before, the same undies she had put on before Steve had taken them off, and the same shoes.
Joyce was wearing blue slacks and a light blue blouse. She also wore socks and flat shoes. The two of them had just finished eating lunch, and they were sitting in the living room, watching the movies on channel nine. Though the rest of the TV channels came up with all kinds of junk on Saturday afternoon, one was always able to count on channel nine for a movie. Even if it wasn't always a good movie, any movie was better than the documentaries, the nature studies, and the sporting events of the previous year shown on the other channels. Caryn was certain that if a Nielson Rating Survey was taken in New York alone on a Saturday, Channel Nine would probably have the largest viewership.
"Don't tell me you're starting to fall for him," Joyce insisted.
"Believe it or not, I think I am," Caryn admitted. "In spite of the rough way he's treated me, I like him as a person."
"Well I'll stick a knife in him before I let him do something like that to my ass," Joyce insisted.
"I hear it only hurts the first time," Caryn shrugged. "After that, it's supposed to be just as good there as it is the front way."
"What's the matter with you?" Joyce asked. "Do you have Greek blood?"
"Not really," Caryn smiled. "But he does know how to make me feel good. I mean, face it, Joyce, in spite of the way you feel he's humiliated you, he certainly made you feel really good."
"He's done that," Joyce admitted. "But he hasn't used his cock on me below the waist yet."
"I think the time has come for the two of us to show him we're willing to go along with whatever he has in mind," Caryn insisted.
"What are you thinking of?" Joyce asked.
"I think we should gang up on him and see if he can really make the pair of us feel as good as he claims he can."
Joyce was about to object, but it occurred to her he was going to abuse her, anyway. It was certainly her turn. Why not let him work on both her and Caryn. It would lull away his suspicions, and when the right time came, she would take the opportunity to leave.
"All right," she nodded to Caryn. "Tell you what. I'll start, and you can sort of walk in and take over, or join in, whatever the case may be. Suppose you go for a walk or something when we see him coming."
"Suits me," Caryn nodded. "I'll be back in a hurry, so make sure you really have him going."
CHAPTER TEN
The moment she saw Steve coming up the front walk, Caryn slipped on her coat and eased out the back door. She was extremely gullible, and she actually believed Joyce would eventually fall under the spell of Steve's cock as she had. In fact, she was fairly certain the brown-haired woman had already fallen under his spell but wouldn't admit it.
It was cold, very cold, but she decided a brisk walk would help ease the fullness she felt in her tummy.
Back at the house, Steve was asking about Caryn as he took off his hat and coat. His ears were red, as were his cheeks, attesting to how cold it was outside. Joyce, who had warmed up some coffee on the stove, told him Caryn had gone for a walk and would be back shortly. Steve knew by now that Caryn was not the one about whom he had to worry, and as long as Joyce was still here in the house, not trying to look for the evidence he had which kept them under his control, he was content.
What Steve didn't know was that Joyce had laced his coffee with rum. Steve had a habit of adding rum flavoring to his coffee anyway, and so the addition of rum, though a little strong, meant nothing to him. He drank three cups, and the more he drank, the happier he became.
Joyce was sipping from her own cup, and the two of them were seated on the living room sofa. When they had finished, they put their cups on the coffee table in front of them, and then Joyce casually leaned over and kissed him, surprising him. When she stopped kissing, to see how he would react, he immediately took the initiative, and he hungrily began kissing her again and again. Her eyes were shut tight when he kissed her, and his gin-fogged brain started wondering if it was possible she was already coming around to his way of thinking.
He surrounded her with his arms, and though she writhed a little she made him believe she was burning with desire for him. The truth was, she did feel desire. Joyce wouldn't admit that what she felt was explicitly for Steve. At this point she still believed it was the situation rather than the man that had her aroused. Besides, she was convinced that since he intended fucking her anyway, she might as well become involved in a way that would really be enjoyable.
Her arms twined themselves around him as she writhed sensuously against him. His tongue stabbed strongly into her waiting mouth, and Joyce responded by kissing him all the harder, responding to his masculine thrusts. His hand was weaving through her short, mousy brown hair, and suddenly the lacing fingers took a tight grip and pulled her head back as he looked at her and said, "Are you sure you want this, Joyce?"
"You bet I do," she nodded.
"In the bedroom," he insisted.
They stood and somehow made it to the bedroom, his throbbing cock swollen to such immensity, he was certain it would tear a hole in his pants. Staring at Joyce standing in front of him in the bedroom, a frost-covered window behind her outlining her proportions through her clothes, he was able to see how delightful she looked. Where Caryn had lost nearly eight pounds by now, Joyce had developed a voracious appetite, and she had actually put on two pounds.
She undressed quickly, letting him look at her smooth nakedness, the tan tips of her smooth breasts, the narrowness of her waist, the gentle sloping of her lovely hips added to the flatness of her delightful belly, all put together in a way to make any man feel his mouth water with desire.
He hurriedly undressed himself, leaving all his clothing in a pile in the middle of the floor. This was the first time he was having either Joyce or Caryn with the female partner's consent.
Moving to her, he swept her thighs from under her as he lifted her and then lowered her slight form ot the bed. Joyce had applied strategic dabs of perfume, and as a result saw his nostrils quiver as he enjoyed inhaling the scent of her.
She lay on the bed, the only light in the room drifting in from the frost-covered window. She stared at his strong, manly body, aware of how much more powerful he was than he looked. She had to admit he did have a cock to end all cocks. When she managed to escape from here, that was the one thing she would definitely miss. Might as well make use of it now, and enjoy it. She figured by the time he was through reaming her out, what she had between her thighs might rival the Brooklyn Battery Tunnel in width.
Reaching out, she gripped it, her fingers clutching tightly to it, feeling the heated interior throbbing with desire for her. She sat upright, pulling him closer as he stood at the side of the bed, waiting. Softly, slowly, carefully, she began stroking the organ. The immensity of it was becoming too much for her, and the rich masculine scent of him filled her nostrils. She was salivating, and realized that having sucked this cock once, she wanted to do so again before filling her cuntal cavity with it. Tiny, musky drops of colorless fluid seeped from the narrow slit in his throbbing glans, lying like smooth, valuable pearls on the shimmering tip.
Her small, pink tongue eeled from between her lips, moving forward slowly at first, then striking with the speed of an adder. It licked off the drops of seminal oil, then retreated to the safety of her own oral cavern. She smacked her lips together, enjoying the creamy fluidic balm.
Steve, seeing her tongue retreat, pushed his hips forward, pressing his throbbing phallus against the softness of her lips. He was delighted at the way her mouth instantly opened into a welcoming circle and began sucking on his penile head. The lips compressed themselves tightly around the phallic tip, while the tongue lapped at the tender point.
Joyce, suddenly tightening her lips around the pungent point, was aware of the wonderful taste seeping through her entire body, into her pores, her nerve-endings, and her bloodstream. She was going to give this cock one helluva sucking job before letting it slide into her cunt. She didn't know why, but he had really overpowered her with his masculinity, teaching her to actually enjoy cocksucking.
Her tongue leaped further out and began circling the throbbing head. It moved in wild, corkscrewing motions, making the penile monster twitch again and again. Then she opened her mouth all the wider as she heard Steve gasp out his lust, now coming up on her knees, giving herself better access to the mighty phallic monster. She had him slide it into the heated cave of her mouth as she tantalizingly sucked, her hands reaching around and gripping his hairy asscheeks.
Steve thought his scalp would literally lift off in a violent explosion. He had never realized something so wonderful was happening because of Joyce's willingness.
She sucked his cock all the way in now, choking as the broad meat pressed against the soft ring of her esophagus. She was strangling for a moment, but suppressed it, her nostrils quivering and widening.
Remembering that by relaxing her gullet she would be able to make it fit around his length of fleshy hosepipe, she did so. Straining forward, she drooled all over the wetly pumping penis, sucking as if she did it for a living. Behaving even more forward, she reached between his thighs as he stood there and used her hands to gather his heavily dangling scrotum, manipulating the balls in their soft skinned sac as if the eggs inside were made of fragile crystal. Lighting continued shooting through his shuddering body nearly causing Steve to stumble and fall. She had really learned.
Her fingers continued massaging the softly yielding flesh of his dangling testicles while her other hand had a firm grip around the base of his cock, firmly jerking and pulling as if she considered ripping his organ out by the roots. Her lips slid up and down most of its length, sucking strongly, pulling it into her anxious throat, then sliding it out until only its onion-shaped tip remained locked behind her teeth. Her satin oral interior closed more and more tightly around the pulsating length of cock, and it thrilled Joyce to know she was able to make the man gasp and tremble so uncontrollably.
Steve was aware of his lustful penis swelling and enlarging even more inside the brown-haired woman's heatedly lustful, oral cavern. He was aware of his hard, rubber-like glans rubbing against the narrow entrance to her gullet, and he stared down at her with delight as her mouth seemingly willingly gobbled his hard flesh into her throat. He gasped and sighed in cadence to the way she rhythmically sucked his solid penis, watching her lovely face-for with a cock in her mouth she looked absolutely beautiful-laboring against his thighs. Her cheeks were hot with desire, red with passion, but he soon became totally oblivious to anything other than the passionate feelings she was building in him. Flurries of fire-laden furor built in him as he groaned repeatedly, his pelvis bucking maddeningly against her obscenely stretched mouth, working to bring him the completion he so richly deserved. Yes, he did deserve it, for he had taught her the joys of cocksucking and the pleasure of having her pussy lapped. When he had sucked her cunt, he hadn't done it half heartedly, either.
He was gasping, struggling to climax, but his sperm wasn't ready to come forth. This was his fourth time in less than twenty four hours and it would take some time before the semen would spew forth.
He began gasping and panting with the need for satisfaction, ramming the head of his growing cock into the deepest part of her pharynx, feeling the depths of her throat cling to it.
Steve's hands gripped her hair as his ass moved back and forth with the throbbing cock stretched between her lips. But as tightly as her mouth clamped to it, she found the hard prick unwilling to surrender the contents of his aching testicles.
Caryn smiled to herself as she turned around. This was the time to return to the house. She was certain Joyce was successful in her seduction of Steve. Now it was up to her to make sure he had a double dose of cunt.
Reaching the house, she used the key Steve had given her the previous night to let herself in. In almost no time she had her clothes off as her ears picked up the sounds of what was taking place in the bedroom.
Odd, but from the moans and groans, it sounded as if Steve was the one doing the work. Peering into the bedroom, she saw Steve now lying on the bed, his hard cock stabbing into the air, and Joyce was sitting on his face, rubbing her hot pussy back and forth as his tongue washed across it repeatedly. His lapping tongue was stabbing into her vagina, once again dredging juices out of her. His face glistened with the oils seeping from her pussy.
"No" Steve was saying to Joyce. "This way isn't doing me much good either."
"It's doing me one helluva lot of good," Joyce assured him, feeling fiery lava rumble through her blood vessels.
God! No matter what the position, when his mouth touched her cunt, she felt blazing bolts of wanton lightning charge through her as never before.
"I want to fuck you," Steve was saying. "Better yet, since you originally took the initiative, I want you to fuck me!"
"Yes!" Joyce agreed, now in the throes of heat.
"I want you to sit on my cock and slide yourself all the way down," he told her. "Okay?"
"Whatever you say," Joyce nodded, sliding her body down the length of his horizontal form, then raising her pussy until her coral slash with its brown beard hovered directly over the thick, upstanding massivity of penis.
"Now!" he roared. "Do it, now! Sit quickly!"
Joyce reached down and gripped the throbbing pike tightly in her fist as she guided her teeming vaginal sluice over it. She shuddered. It would be like being deflowered all over again, because she had never had a cock as long or as thick as this one penetrate her before. Her body felt the thickly bulbous minaret of his phallic dome pressing the walls of her heatedly tight pussy farther and farther apart. At first she began sitting slowly, aware of the way the burning glens stretched her vulva and began working its way into the narrow strait of her pussy. Her scalloped inner lips slowly parted, as if doing so grudgingly, and Joyce gasped as she became aware of the wedging head forcing her tight entryway wider and wider, slowly but surely slipping into her squeezing feminine chasm.
"Uuuunngghh!" she gasped. "Oh God! I knew you were thick, but I never really knew . . . uuunhhh . . . howww thick. I don't think I can take it inside me.. '. oooh!"
"Come on Joycie, you can do it, you can do it!" Steve urged. "Don't stop now! Keep sliding down!"
Joyce was aware of heavy droplets of perspiration breaking out all over her. They were huge droplets, and they began running down her face and body. God! She had no idea a cock in her cunt would hurt considering how many of them she had taken with no difficulty whatsoever. Even her wedding night was mild compared to the discomfort she was presently feeling.
Taking a deep breath, she pushed herself a little lower, feeling the thick penis press past her inner labia. The cock sank slowly into the simmering depths of her crushing cunt. Floods of heavy oil came pouring out of her, washing all over the penis, lubricating her inner walls at the same time. Little by little she was widening, and she knew she was going to take the massive monster inside her. Her knees dug into the bed until she felt the bedcovers were burning her kneecaps.
"Goooddhhh!" she gasped, a little afraid at this point, yet knowing she didn't dare jump off without incurring his anger. "I just can't.. . unhhh . . . seem to do it!"
Steve didn't waste time. He reached up, gripped her shoulders, and pressed firmly down on them, pushing hard, and she felt the tight inner cathedral of her cunt slowly open and surround the in-probing knife-like length of his shuddering cock. Down, down she sank, her tremblingly slender body moving ever so slowly, shivering and quivering every inch of the way.
To Steve, the very tightness of her narrow pussy was heaven. She was as tight as Caryn had been, and this was surprising because he knew she wasn't a virgin whereas Caryn had been one. He had never thought she would be this tight. Not that Caryn wasn't also wonderful. Both cunts had equal elasticity, and both stretched just enough to contain his horse cock, making him shudder with delectable delight. He listened to the sound of her squeaky tightness as her body continued its trip down so their pelvises might eventually kiss.
Joyce gasped, certain she was going to be torn open. Just when she felt herself unable to withstand more, she was aware of the grayish hairs on his pelvis mingling with the brown hairs on her own pubis. She was all the way down. The head of his cock was pressing against the back wall of her vagina, his thickness filling her interior to what seemed like overflowing, making her narrowly tight walls bulge to accommodate his breadth.
Joyce simply sat there for a moment, feeling impaled right up to her eyeballs-Lord! It seemed to skewer through her heart and lungs and all her other vital organs. She was trembling, but Steve, his mind once again functioning, ran his palms over the sensitive tips of her upstanding breasts, whispering soft words of comfort to her, reassuring her everything was fine.
Little by little the feeling of fullness in Joyce turned to a feeling of clogged contentment. Tingles touched every little space along her vaginal inner grooves, and she quivered with uncontrolled static bursting constantly through her quaking body. She soon found it impossible to simply sit there. She had to move, to create friction inside her, to enhance the already burning fires and build them to greater heights, enlarging her need so she would achieve total and ultimate satisfaction.
Slowly, very slowly, she began to rise, feeling the knobby head of his swollen penis slide from the back wall of her tight pussy into the shallower part of her womanly chamber. She moved up, up until her scalloped cuntlips trapped the shell-like rim of his corona. Then , she reversed herself, and little by little she sat back down on the throbbing truncheon, letting the masculine muscle re-enter her feminine grotto, flooding her drenched inner cunt with the thickness of itself.
When her rounded little buttocks touched his hairy pelvis, she immediately reversed direction all over again. Up, then down, as if she were riding a carousel, aware of only one thing, the fitting of the hard, wonderful ramming cock into the tightness of her squishy depths.
Caryn stood there with awe on her face. She stared at the ribald way Joyce was riding the massive phallic length, fucking the man with a maddeningly intensifying fury, riding faster and faster with every pumping motion.
The brown-haired woman continued riding the merry go round, moving faster and faster, fucking him with a violently overpowering thrust, pumping more quickly each time. Her tight, small asscheeks were hitting his thighs hard, making loud slapping noises.
Steve was right there with her, matching her hump for pump, allowing his tremendously broad shaft to lift itself even higher into the swamp-like regions of the woman's tightly sucking vagina. The lust-hardened staff continually stretching the woman's softly pliable vaginal folds, ramming into her soft, hair-lined pussy, fucking her with a fervor born of the knowledge that she had come to him rather than waiting for him to make the first move. He wasn't easily deceived, but Joyce's coming to him came close to fooling him. At this moment he was totally duped, not even realizing it wasn't even Joyce's idea.
His anxious eyes never once left the slender girl's beautifully twisted countenance. He was fascinated by the way her short, curly hair fluffily tossed wildly about her head in all directions as she continued bouncing uncontrollably up and down. She moved frenziedly, uncontrollably, straining for that ultimate conclusion, her body twisting and gyrating as she continued.
She kept on beating the tender taut surfaces of her round rectal cheeks against the hairy thighs beneath her own as he arched his fulcrum to meet hers, thrilling to the attack fomented by passion on his body by hers. The bedroom echoes and re-echoed with the sounds of their lovemaking. Steve discovered the tip of his cock was delving into the innermost center of Joyce's suctioning pussy, plunging straight up and digging ever deeper, the tip butting against her cervical opening now and again as if expecting to widen that perforation enough so that his cock would shoot directly into her narrow womb. The suction in her squeezing pussy was unbelievable, drawing him higher and deeper.
The man was almost insane with the lustful pleasure he was feeling, the satin-smooth scabbard of her tantalizing vagina continually swallowing the full length of his bloated instrument as he continually spiked it far into the coral tenderness of her with all the strength in his body. His hands, which had been cupped over the firmness of her small breasts, now reached down to grip her slim waist, admittedly enjoying the narrowness of it. Not that he liked Caryn's waist any less, but he did enjoy the different feeling of Joyce's waist.
Almost out of his mind with passionate rapture, thrilling at the idea of fucking a female this youthful, because most of the dissatisfied wives he had met at the bar and grill were usually his age or at best slightly older than Caryn, he also enjoyed the squeezing response of her sucking vagina. Response? She was actually taking the initiative. In her own way she was every bit as good as Caryn, making him realize he had really lucked out with both these women.
His teeth were tightly clamped together as he allowed the delight he was feeling to travel rapidly through his nervous system. His testicles had swollen but his scrotum had shrunk, and his stiffly aching cock was dying to release the heavy fluid contained in his prostate.
Steve clung to her slender waist as her body continually slammed down, and with his thick roll of meat wantonly buried to the hilt in her steaming cunt, he did a hundred-and-eighty degree rollover. Now he was the one on top, and he plowed into her, all but crushing her with his hard body. Her long, slenderly shaped legs wound themselves tightly around his body, and he pounded all the more violently into her. He slammed into her as if intent on literally nailing her cunt to the hard mattress.
"God, that looks good!" Caryn gasped, walking into the room, her face reflecting the envy she felt at what she was seeing.
It was the first time she had witnessed sex that hadn't been forced on either of them. This, to her, was what sex was really all about. Now she knew why she had suggested they seduce Steve. This way, she would have no worries, no fears, no qualms or any kind of fright at the thought of possibly being hurt.
Steve and Joyce were so caught up in one another, neither knew the other was there. He continued turbulently pounding into Joyce in the hope the two of them would reach their satisfaction.
Joyce's upturned cunt starvingly lusted to taste the seething sperm still inside the man's body. Wild sensations built in her body, and she suddenly realized she was on the verge of a climax. Oh yes, she was going to come.
"Eeeyyyaa aaii-ii-ii aa-gg-hh-aa-aa nn-nn-hh-hh!" she cried out, the climax mind-shattering and delightful.
The thrusting spoke of his driving phallus lifted her senses higher with every pummeling thrust until all she saw was a series of never-ending spinning colored lights.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Caryn was moving closer to them, and clad only in her brassiere and frilly panties, she hurled herself at the pair of them, one arm draped over Steve's masculine back, the other arm sliding under Joyce's shoulders in an attempt to become one with them.
Steve, who had been all but lying on top of Joyce, now sat up, his throbbing cock now plugged even deeper into her squirming body. Heavy perspiration covered his face, and he was gasping though he, himself had not yet been satisfied. He stared at Caryn, his mind unable to grasp what was happening for the moment, but a second later he decided he really didn't give a damn. He had to get his rocks off or they would blow all over the place.
Reaching out, he grabbed Caryn, his arm moving with the speed of a coiled boa constrictor, his fingers were gripping her bare arm, tugging her flesh so hard she gasped as he made her fall onto the bed.
"What's going on?" Joyce gasped still in the throes of her orgasm as Caryn's somewhat heavier body fell across hers.
"I don't know what you're doing in here at this particular moment," Steve gasped, "or why you're almost as naked as the two of us, but since you've returned, honey, and you've witnessed what we've been doing without being invited to do so, you might just as well become a part of it."
"Yesss . . . " Cary hissed, still lying across Joyce's body, looking up at him. "Make me a definite part of it, now and forever."
The auburn-haired woman was visibly shaken as he leaned down and hungrily kissed her ripe mouth while his hands slid beneath her and continued anxiously rubbing the firm round swells of Joyce's breasts.
His throbbing cock continued thrusting in and out of Joyce's greedily clinging pussy. The brown-haired woman had no intention of surrendering the organ until she knew she had made him come. It would be a slight on her womanhood to think he was incapable of unloading his sperm inside her.
The driving thrusts of his powerful prick made Joyce, even with Caryn's weight on her, wriggle and squirm with delight as over-sensitivity finally gave way to a new mounting desire. Caryn was surprised to see Joyce still aroused. After a climax of the magnitude she had recently attained, she should normally be tired and wanting to relax a little, as Caryn had ached to relax after the all powerful orgasms this man induced in her.
The squirming movements of the brown-haired woman beneath her made Caryn aware of the jealousy she was feeling for the first time. Letting herself kiss Steve one more time, she slid off Joyce and stared as Steve proceeded to kiss the more slender female. It was almost a tender exchange between them, and had Caryn not known of Joyce's desire to get away from all this, she would have believed Joyce sincere in the way she was responding to Steve's kisses. Had Joyce been sincere, it wouldn't have bothered Caryn. She was more than willing to share Steve, providing the woman with whom she shared him really loved him, and also felt some love for her, as well. But Joyce was totally selfish. Though the idea to seduce Steve had been Caryn's, Joyce was now behaving as if Caryn didn't belong there. Afer all, Caryn had wanted Steve happy with the two of them at once. She had discovered that making him happy was what made her happy, for the more she lavished affection on him, the more he responded in similar fashion.
Seeing Joyce acting so lovey-dovey made Caryn think of all this as somehow or other being perverted. But Steve was so caught up in it all it made Caryn wonder what would happen next.
For the moment, Caryn lay there silently, unmoving, wondering if the other couple on the bed had completely forgotten her. But a man like Steve Blaze was not one to forget a woman like Caryn. He had been kissing Joyce with heavily pressing lips on the latter's mouth, maintaining the full length of his fleshy lance buried in the depths of her cunt. Now he lifted his lips from Joyce's, reached out and pulled Caryn back to him, kissing her lips with just as much hunger and desire.
Caryn wanted to protest that she didn't want him to kiss her as someone second best. But even as she opened her mouth to protest and felt his tongue slip against hers, a wild static buzzed through her. She didn't know who, but she felt even more aroused than when he had attacked her earlier, and was suddenly aware for the first time what it meant to feel love for someone. Her entire inner self began responding as she anxiously kissed back, pressing her firm, orange-sized breasts under her brassiere against him. He might not have been an adonis in looks, but his way of making love made him outrank any Greek god Caryn had ever read about. The gentle swirling of his tongue heated her up that much more, and her lips opened wider, letting him suck on her own oral digit.
Joyce, still writhing on the bed, in the throes of her previous orgasm, was now aware of a great emptiness, and realized that in spite of all her efforts, Steve had finally managed to yank his mighty fleshy monolith from her interior. Turning her head, she saw him pressing himself solidly against Caryn, and it occurred to her he was going to fire his load into Caryn rather than herself.
Caryn felt him pressing solidly against her, squeezing her and letting her know he had no intention of releasing her to be alone with Joyce. His arms hurt where he was still gripping her, and her lips were raw from the way he had kissed her. Her crushed breasts were sensitive almost to the point of pain. His strength made her believe he might start breaking her bones at any moment. From the corner of her eye she saw Steve reach out and take a firm grip on one of Joyce's breasts, as if intent on letting the brown-haired girl know he had no intention of relinquishing her either.
Then Caryn was aware of the stone-stiff pulsating of his enormous cock as it pushed against her, trying to probe between her chubby thighs. Moisture from its elastic tip seeped through the thin material of her panties. Her blood boiled as her brain spun.
He was going to fuck her, but this time not from the rear. This time his cock wasn't going to punish her but delight her.
Suddenly she felt his fingers curl into the tight elastic of her panty waistband, and he was pulling the cloth in his anxiety to get to her cunt. All that was visible at the moment were the curling auburn hairs on her pubic mound as she clamped her thighs together. His hands shoved her thighs apart, and her pink cuntlips separated as oily fluid came bubbling out of her, oiling the way for his pulsating cock as it rubbed up and down between her tantalizing thighs. The head rubbed against her clitoris again and again, making her seethe with wanton lust.
"Uunngghh!" Caryn gasped, no longer thinking about anything other than getting what she had come for in the first place-a good solid fuck.
Maddening desire was rippling through her shuddering body, helplessly held prisoner by the ruthless rubbing of his cock against her budding clitoris. It was all so obscenely wonderful, so delightfully perverse. The hard, by now familiar pressure of a penile head against her tiny clitoris reminded her just how much she wanted him. Knowing his cock had been nursed by another woman's vagina didn't detract from his desirability. Her nipples ached to be rubbed by his hands as she longed to be free of the restraining brassiere.
His tongue swathing through her mouth was driving Caryn wildly insane, and she didn't give a damn whether or not Joyce was watching. His hotly pulsing prick was slowly pushing forward now, parting her inner labia. Little by little her tiny feminine culvert opened to accept the blood-swollen glans moving between the silken softness.
"Aaaayyaa gnnnnhh!" she gasped with delight as the cock slid into the hot, tight hole of her seething pussy.
She was aware of the way Steve was unevenly panting, and for a moment she feared he might be ready to have a heart attack, but the man just kept on thrusting his cock into her, pushing it into the long, thick succulence of her mysterious womanly chamber, a chamber he had fathomed before, but never seemed to get tired of. In almost no time the entire thickness of his powerful prod was totally buried in the tenderness of her seething center. He was buried to the balls in the boiling depths of Caryn's simmering womanly crater.
Beside him, Joyce was still writhing from the aftereffects of the orgasm he had induced in her, her hand gripping his, pushing his fingers into her steaming feminine forearm. As he stuffed the lust little bit of his sausage-thick penis into the oily cauldron of Caryn's frothing snatch, he reached over and buried two fingers of his right hand all the way into Joyce's simmering center. The fingers thrust in and out, keeping perfect time with the way his cock moved in Caryn's steaming cunt.
It was the first time Steve Blaze had ever taken on two women at once, and he was proud of the way he was handling the pair of them. He had built them up to such a pitch, they were more than willing to share him without jealousy. He plunged his cock continually into the rapturously tight interior of the lovely Caryn, her smooth, plump thighs straining around him to keep him content inside her while his two fingers sank repeatedly into the flowering funnel of the rapturously aroused Joyce.
"Ann . . . amh . . . anh . . . " Joyce was gasping beside him as his fingers continued moving in and out of her heated nest, creating loud slurping noises with the movement.
Fingers and cock moved with the same tempo, and the thrusting increased the erotic torment in Caryn. She wanted more, lifting her anxiously aching body up to receive all he was able to pound into her. Each time he sank his massive phallic salami into her, she rotated her loins lasciviously against his hard thrusts, fucking back with wild passion she had never known herself to possess.
With Caryn next to her on the bed, Joyce felt herself come to her senses, realizing she was only doing all this to make certain the man was tired out. She had determined she would escape as soon as all this was over. Earlier in the day she had decided she would run to the bus stop and take the bus to the other end of Bellwin, and there she would take her car and run. If he had any feeling for Caryn, at all, he wouldn't use the blackmail he had intended using, and even if she didn't work for Traveler's, she would find a job with another bank and once again work her way up. The idea of being a prisoner grated too much on her nerves.
Even as she thought all this, her desire-filled pussy worked madly against the man's plunging fingers. She became even more aroused when he added a third finger. Damn! What he was doing felt so wonderful! Her mind forgot about escape again for the moment as she concentrated on feeling more and more.
Hearing Caryn sigh on the bed beside her, she felt a stronger bond than ever with the older woman, and her hand reached out and gripped Caryn's fingers where the latter had her own hand digging into Steve's back. She gripped Caryn's hand tightly in her own, feeling the way her simmering cunt, like a car radiator, was overheating. She was going to climax again, and this time solely because of the man's moving fingers.
Steve's hand slurped in and out of her shuddering cunt with intensifying rapidity, the sucking juices clinging to his fingers. The lava within her came spewing up so strongly, she was afraid it would back into her and come pouring out of her throat. Her hand squeezed that of Caryn all the more tightly as Caryn responded by squeezing back and keening her own shuddering body up and down to the magnificent thrusts of the heavy cock plunging in and out of her.
"AAaa-aa-ii ii-ii-yy-yy yy-aa-nn-nn-nn gg-gg-hh-hh!" Joyce shrieked, reaching her second orgasm of the afternoon, almost choking to death on her own outcry as the wracking orgasm tore through her shuddering form and the wetly frigging fingers in her hot cunt shoved in and out all the more insanely, enhancing everything for her.
Caryn's fingers tightened solidly around Joyce's hand, and now Steve's huge cock seemed to swell and enlarge even more, becoming impossibly thick inside the lovely auburn-haired woman's narrow pussy. The wonderful softness of her wriggling body beneath his torso added to the obvious enjoyment Joyce was beginning to feel wash away. Steve was swollen with desire, and he thought his entire body, not just his balls, would shortly explode.
Christ! This had to be the ultimate for any man! Two women! Both equally sensuous, both clamoring for more and more of him, and even though his balls hurt like hell, he was glad he hadn't come in Joyce and was therefore able to fuck Caryn.
Caryn's heels were kicking madly against his buttocks as she flexed her heavy thighs back against her sensually aroused self, thereby enabling her to offer more of her thrustingly pliant pussy to his wildly stabbing male poker. She was going to hit the top, and this time it was pure pleasure with no pain.
"EEEEYYAA AAIIYYAAGGGG GGHHHH HH-WWWW WWAAAAIIII IIYY!" she screeched, gasping and humping insanely in the throes of unbelievable torment. Her body was bouncing so wildly, she literally shoved his hard cock out of her.
He literally leaped from Caryn's body onto that of Joyce, his cock finding its way into her womanly lair without his having to use his hands. He pumped insanely until Joyce had enjoyed yet another orgasm, and then she hurled him off her and proceeded to swallow the whole length of his cock, and he was suddenly firing down her gullet, blasting load after load of cock-juice into her belly.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Steve had been half asleep when he snapped awake at the sound of the front door closing. Nakedly leaping out of bed, he saw Caryn still lying where he had left her. Her eyes were open, and she was now sitting up. He saw a note on the night table to the right of his bed. Picking it up, he read:
Dear Steve, You were a barrel of fun for the last twenty-four hours, but I've decided I don't want to stay with you. I'm leaving the Traveler's National Bank and getting a job elsewhere, but more important, if you try blackmailing me with that material you have, you'll be hurting Caryn who is willing to stay with you. Puts you in a dilemma, doesn't it? How you get out is your problem.
Love, Joyce.
"What are you going to do?" Caryn asked, fearful he would still wreak revenge on Joyce and in the process hurt her as well.
"I'm not going to use that blackmail material," he shrugged. 'To be frank, I'n never intended using it. No one else has any copies of the pictures. What I showed you is all I have. If you want to leave, you can pack up and go too."
"Leave? I'd be crazy to leave," Caryn insisted. "I'll admit I'd love having you for myself, but I think you'd be happier if Joyce was still with us, and in the long run, what makes you happy will make me happy. So if you can convince her to come back, go on."
"I'll convince her, all right," he smiled. "She'll be back, and of her own free will," he nodded as he went to the phone and dialed. A moment later, he spoke, giving Joyce's description and address. Then he hung up, smiled and said, "She'll be back!"
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Joyce had repacked her suitcase before leaving Steve's home, and now she hurried to the bus stop, after which the bus took her to the other side of town where her old apartment seemed to be waiting for her. She never noticed the three men getting out of the car as she moved up the stairs toward the apartment. They were right behind her, and when she opened the door, they pushed her inside.
She gasped as she hit the floor, turning in time to see the door slam. The tall, ugly one was Harry. He had glasses and he seemed to be the one in command of the other two. All of them were wearing black pullover sweaters and heavy denim pants.
"We been waitin' for you for a long time," Harry murmured. "When y' didn't come home the usual time last night, we got worried. I had one of the guys stakin' the place out, and he told me when y'did get here. But by the time the rest of us got here, you were gone again."
"Wh-what do you want ? " Joyce gasped, standing.
"Whadda we want?" Harry laughed. "We wanna fuck you backwards, forwards, inside-out snd upside-down. We been waitin' for months for this chance. What's more we figure any dame what ain't got a guy to protect 'em is meat fer us. Even if y'run away, we'll findja, and as long as you're alone, we'll keep on f uckin' you. You two," he said to the two with him. "Kevin, take Ed downstairs. The two of you make sure she ain't been followed. Once you know fer a fact, come back. Meantime, I'll get things rollin'. "
"You got it!" Kevin, the moon-faced one with the mustache nodded. "We'll be back in a flash. Take yer time, Harry "
They left, and the tall man took off his glasses and began running his hands over her body, a body she had washed and dressed before leaving Steve's house.
Joyce tried fighting him off, but he seemed too far gone with the need to fuck her. He literally tore her dress from her body, and when she screamed with fright, he slapped her across the face, hard. Each time she opened her mouth to yell again, he gave her another hard slap. In between slaps he continued undressing her, and once he had her totally naked, he began undressing himself.
He grabbed her arms and she struggled, so he hit her again, and she fell to the floor. He flung himself on top of her, his mouth covering her right breast, swallowing the entire small mammary, not just lightly, gently chewing as Steve knew how to do, but clamping his teeth into it and causing Joyce pain. With the pain she felt humiliation because despite her fear, her body was automatically starting to warm up.
She struggled as he rolled on top of her, forcing her legs apart, then guiding what was a small cock, compared to what she had become accustomed to, into her vagina. He didn't take the time to make sure she was wet inside. He simply thrust and because she was only a little moist, there was too much friction. His cock hurt her. Little by little the penis sank into her and she was determined to shut her mind and not respond to what she was feeling. Too much depended on her fighting that inner urge to be fucked.
But it was obvious Harry didn't give a damn what she thought or felt. All that mattered was his own satisfaction as he plunged into her, enjoying the hot warmth of her clinging cunt. Shit! This was one really tight pussy. He hoped Steve would have other favors for him to do in a similar vein.
Joyce gasped, writhing, not daring to scream for fear of being hit all over again. What made this all the worse was the continual building of response in her own body-response she didn't know.
Kevin and Ed opened the door of the apartment, returning after making certain there was no one outside. Kevin was as hungry for sex as Harry. Both men were friends of Steve's, knowing him from meeting him in the bar and grill where they occasionally picked up women in teams. Seeing the way Harry was wildly fucking into Joyce, he was determined to get his fair share too.
Walking over, he stared down at Joyce and saw the look of lust in her eyes competing with the fear on her face. Steve had instructed them to terrorize the hell out of Joyce, and Kevin was just as good as Harry when it came to making a woman feel terror.
Reaching down, he grabbed Joyce by her short brown hair, yanking her head up and straining her neck.
"Ouch!" she gasped, then clamped her mouth shut as Harry hit her again. "You're hurting me!" she whimpered, aware for the first time how terrible it was to be a woman alone in the world.
"Turn the bitch over!" Kevin insisted, wearing a broad smile as he began to hurriedly peel off his own clothes.
Between them, Kevin and Harry managed to turn her over so that she was the one on top, while Harry, on the bottom, still had his cock buried to the hilt inside her. She lay there with her buttocks swaying temptingly in the air, two tight, small little globes of whiteness that seemingly beckoned his cock. Kevin's cock appeared longer and thicker than Harry's though it was nothing compared to Steve's.
Why had she ever walked out on Steve? With him she had security, actually a home, even though she had shared it with Caryn. More, she had a wonderful cock attached to a great lover-a man who cared about her as much as he did about himself.
"Whacha gonna do?" Ed, the long, lanky one, asked.
"I'm gonna fuck her lovely ass," Kevin insisted.
"While Harry's cock is still in her cunt. It'll make her ass-tunnel even tighter."
Joyce's eyes opened wide with horror. Even if his cock was thinner than Steve's, with another prick buried in her vagina, one in her rectum would tear her membranes apart.
"Come on, you guys," Harry was gasping from below her. "Both of you join in and we'll make this one helluva fuck fest."
"No!" she gasped, and for her shout got her face slapped again.
Kevin stooped, grabbed Joyce's ankles, and tugged them apart.
"Oh yeah!" he muttered.
"Please don't!" she softly whimpered.
"Fuck you!" he snapped. "Your ass is here, my cock is hard, and I'm gonna fill that hole with it."
Joyce jerked, struggling to get up, but Kevin slammed a hand into her spine, shoving her back down. She struggled for another moment and realized how hopeless her situation was. She had never realized there were men waiting outside her apartment, aching to find the right moment when she would be alone so they'd be able to rape her.
Kevin kneeled between her slender thighs from behind, running his hands roughly over the quivering feminine muscles of her calves, then up the insides of her thighs to the sodden interior at her juncture. The oil-smeared slash between them was deliciously inviting and very deep. But he was more interested in the cleft between her asscheeks, and he dug his fingers into the softness of her buttocks and tugged them apart, giving himself an unobstructed view of her asshole.
Ed, the tall, skinny one, moved closer, wanting to watch this. By now, he was also undressed, and though the rest of him was skinny, he had the thickest, longest cock in the room. It wasn't a match for Steve's, but it was sure plenty big.
Kevin sucked in his breath as he stared at the tiny anal ring lodged between Joyce's tight buttocks. He pushed a forefinger into her sphincter. She gasped, jumping as she felt the contact. Though her ass had been fingered before, that had been an end to itself. This time she was being prepared for the suffering she had seen Caryn undergo, only with her it would be worse because Caryn had not had a cock in her cunt at the time. She tried wriggling forward in the hope of escaping what was happening to her, but it was useless. Kevin probed deeper with his finger, going in to the first knuckle.
"Hhh-aa-aa-nn nn-gg gg-hh!" she gasped, as he tugged his fingers from her rectum and pressed the head of his cock against the hole. He pushed, rotating the head around and around, trying the widen the sphincter entrance a little, and when he was certain her asshole was wide enough to take him, he shoved, hard.
"Gghhhuu nnnngg gggghh hh!" she gagged, afraid to open her mouth wide for fear of being slapped again.
The tiny stretching anus slipped over the rubbery top of his throbbing cock, clasping it tightly as if the muscle were a rubber band. He grinned as he hovered over the brown-haired woman, grinning evilly as he hurled his hips forward as powerfully as he was able, sinking his stiff rod of lust-hardened flesh part of the way into the narrowness of her shuddering rectum.
"Yyyaa aaiiiiyy yyyy yyaa aaaagghh!" she screamed, unable to control herself. "No more! No more!" she was certain the agony she was feeling was far worse than anything she had ever felt before, and she was willing to bet it was even worse than that which Caryn had felt when Steve had ass-fucked the heavier woman.
Her buttocks jerked and twitched and wriggled beneath Kevin as she did her best to throw the man off, but her continuing desperate struggles merely worsened her position. With each frenetic motion of her trembling body, Kevin's hard cock stabbed a little deeper into the narrow tightness of her resisting rectum, inch by agonizing inch. Finally the hard length of him was all the was inside her.
"Hhhhaanngg gg!" she cried out, the last of her resistance gone with the knowledge her asshole was as filled as her cunt at the moment.
She jerked spasmodically for a moment, then lay still, hoping the lack of movement would ease the pain. Each pulsation of her helpless body seemed to widen her tiny rictus that much more, stretching it to wide, agonizing dimensions.
"God, what a tight asshole!" Kevin gasped through clenched teeth.
He wanted to start moving his cock back and forth immediately, but her asshole was still so tight, movement was next to impossible. But below her, Harry caused his cock to pulsate inside her, letting her know he didn't intend letting her sit still on top of him.
"Join in!" he told Ed.
The naked Ed, whose cock was now as hard as the others, walked over to where the others lay on the floor, and reaching down, gripped Joyce by the hair and yanked her head up. He pinched her nostrils to make her open her mouth, and then he proceeded to cram the full length of his cock down her gullet.
"Gggll rr mmmmpp hhhhllllgggghh!" Joyce gagged, feeling the three phalluses slither through her shuddering body, making her more aware than ever for the need of some kind of male protector.
Steve might never be a husband to her, but it occurred to her that he would be better for her than nothing. In fact, he would probably be more protective of her than any husband since whatever he enjoyed with her would not actually be legal, and by now he was aware that she would be able to terminate their relationship any time she chose.
At the moment her thoughts were interrupted by the pressure of the three cocks moving in her. She kneeled there sobbing with muffled shame, sandwiched between two men and her face staring at the hairy groin of a third man, her mouth clogged to overflowing with his long cock as it reached into her esophagus. Though the idea of being triply impaled might have been appealing under other circumstances, when it was a rape, it was disgusting.
There was no longer any delay. Harry, still horny and on fire, began humping up and down beneath her, slamming his hard cock up into her tight pussy again and again. His movement caused her ass to pump back and forth along the cock filling it. The phallus jammed into her mouth kept up the rhythm created by the other two. All the way in, then almost all the way out, then all the way in all over again.
It took a few moments but soon the trio had achieved a kind of rhythm, buffeting her helpless body and face as if she were nothing more than a doll. She was gagging a low, moaning gasp which went on all the time the trio continued pounding into her, interrupted only by an occasional choking cough when Ed's throbbing organ sank to the limit in her gullet made narrow by the fear she was experiencing. On and on it all went.
Then the totally impossible started taking place. Joyce's low moans of pain inperceptibly became gasps of pleasure. The pain in her rear was gone, replaced by thrilling, tingling delights and desires as nerve-endings in her rectum were constantly being rubbed.
Three cocks! She had three cocks in her! One was touching nerve-endings in her rectum. Another was rubbing her sensitive upper cuntal wall. The third was reaching into her throat and touching buttons of desire in there. None of them were nearly as good as Steve's. She had been a fool to leave him. When this was over, she would go back and fall on her knees and beg him to make him take her back. She would do anything, anything at all to live with him and Caryn. She realized now how much love had grown between them in less than twenty-four hours, and like a damn fool she had thrown it all over.
Her entire body was undulating between the two men who had her sandwiched between them, and her helpless buttocks were moving in continuous tiny circles.
"Gggllrr mmmpp . . . uuuummhhh . .she gagged out again and again in time to the way the trio of powerful organs continued their maddening thrusts into her three tightly clenching orifices.
All four of them were now groaning and gasping, their coarse sounds intermingled in a rhapsody of uncontrolled sexual abandonment.
Then Joyce was chokingly gasping out the fact that she had become accustomed. Granted, not one of the three overpowering climaxes she was feeling was the equal of anything she had felt with Steve, but feeling an orgasm well up in her throat while building in her cunt, and at the same time enlarging in her rectum was still something unbelievable, shooting through her entire shuddering body, letting the sensations blend together in the pit of her stomach.
The three men kept pounding into her, and she continued coming, one climax after another, all small, all minor, but all blending into each other and making her feel more thrilled than she might have felt considering the circumstances.
The helpless woman was totally out of her young mind with overpowering desire as climax followed climax, blasting through all of her, making her gyrate wildly, uncontrollably, sending one after another through her as if there was no end in sight.
The men, sensing their total conquest of her for the moment, continued slamming the full lengths of their hard cocks in and out of her shuddering body.
"Ohhh . . . yyeeaaaagg gggh!" the man below bellowed, feeling himself fire heavily, shooting blast after blast of seminal fluid into a tight cunt made even tighter because of the cock still in her ass.
"OHHH . . . HAANNNNGGG SON OF A BITCH . . . YYAANNGGUURR EEIIIIHH!" Kevin bellowed, feeling Joyce's buttocks bouncing as her rectal tunnel massaged his throbbing cock as he began filling her ass with his own seed.
Her head was bobbing back and forth vigorously now, feeling the two penises inside her starting to shrink. Because the pressure in her ass and cunt were lessening, she was able to suck all the more strongly with her mouth, her head moving rapidly, her lips clinging almost fiercely to Ed's throbbing cock as she sucked uncontrollably, her teeth scraping at the outer layer of skin.
Her hands gripped his buttocks and pulled him even closer to her. Though she hated him, her desire to complete this seemed to overwhelm her, and she gagged with the head of his cock pressing into her gullet, filling it with the rubberiness of itself.
The man's muscles tightened, and all of a sudden he was preparing to shoot. He did so, firing great gouts of seed into her mouth, and she hungrily swallowed all of it, aware that what she had thought of as depravity all her life was merely natural sex urges, urges in just about everyone. But even as she sucked, she realized how much more she had enjoyed this with Steve, and how she would give anything to go back to him. She wondered if he would have her after her undergoing something like this. She hoped so, because she had no intention of hiding this from him. From now on she would tell him everything-everything.
Suddenly very weak, she fell on top of Harry, and then rolled off him and fell to the floor. She lay there, out of breath, out of strength, staring as the two men got to their feet, joining Ed, who was already dressing. They leered at her nakedness the entire time.
"A word of warning," Harry said to her. "You go to the cops, and you'll be sorry. We can wait-a week, a month, a year if necessary, but we're gonna fuck you again and again. If y'move, we'll follow. Cunts like you, helpless, unable to take care of themselves . . . you're just our meat."
"Yeah," Kevin nodded, slipping on his pants. "Just remember, if something happens to one of us or all of us, there'll still a whole bunch of others out there to take our place."
"So we'll be seein' you, honey," Ed finished, as the three of them put their shoes on, zipped up their heavy sweaters, and turned around and walked out.
Joyce lay there, sobbing, terrified, knowing she didn't dare remain in her apartment alone. Her only safe future lay with Steve Blaze. Oh God! She hoped he would take her back. She had been such a damned fool!
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
It was almost dark when Joyce, after a long, hot bath and another change of clothes, with her suitcase in her hand, walked from her car to Steve's front door. She timidly knocked, and it was Caryn who let her in.
She walked into the living room, where Steve was seated on the sofa facing the TV. Putting down her suitcase, she walked over to him and said, "Can I come back?"
He looked at her without comment for the moment, using the remote control device to turn off the TV set.
Sighing, he looked at Caryn as if waiting to hear from the heavier woman. By now, Caryn looked positively radiant, and though Joyce didn't realize it at the time, all the harshness had gone out of her face, and she looked far more lovely than when the two women had first arrived there.
"You can punish me any way you want," Joyce continued. "Honest, I'll take any kind of pain you want to dish out, and I swear, I swear by all that's holy, I'll never walk out on you again."
"Well," Steve said, looking at Caryn. "What do you say?"
"You know what I say," Caryn shrugged. "In a short period of time you've sort of made a family out of the three of us. I suppose I'd get mad as hell if I ever caught you looking at some other woman, but Joyce seems to belong here, just like I do.
"Is that how you feel?" he asked, turning to Joyce.
"Yes," Joyce nodded. "I guess a person has to lose what they have for a little while in order to better appreciate it."
"I have to admit, I did miss you for the few hours you were gone," he told her. "Caryn and I haven't even had supper."
"Well you'll have to let me do the cooking tonight," Joyce insisted. "What's more, you were right to give me the smaller bedroom. I don't deserve to have the larger one after the way I've behaved. Caryn, you can keep it from now on."
"Nope!" Caryn smiled, shaking her head. "I don't want it. You see, I want to spend the rest of my life sleeping in that big bed of Steve's, right next to him."
"Oh!" was all Joyce was able to say.
"What's more," Caryn continued, "we'd both like to have you in that bed with us."
"Really?" Joyce asked her eyes brightening.
"Really," Steve nodded. "I mean, think of all the electricity I'll save by us cuddling up in the winter."
"But think how much more you'll use on air-conditioning in the summer," Joyce pointed out.
"With my wind charger on the roof it doesn't really matter. What does matter is that we not only have a car pool, but a bed pool as well."
"I have to admit," Joyce smiled as she took off her coat and put on an apron, "I like the idea of the bed pool even better."
